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THis year, I achieved my childhood dream, but too late for my Father to see it. I watched him die and held his hand as he did. I have lost my political moorings and with them friends I thought were fast. I have gained a friend I hadn't realised was such and am grateful for that. I lost faith in my party and my work then regained some small semblance of the same in what I do. I saw a good friend go through hell and survive. He has given me some grey hairs for a souvenir. I have reacquainted myself with old demons.
It has been a strange and unsettling year.
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