Twinkling memories of Christmases past
t looks like it’s going to be a quiet Christmas this year. I’m not fazed. I’ve been looking through dozens of festive photographs recently, and, apart from realising how many I still need to date and annotate, I’ve been remembering a lifetime of festivities, some noisy and frenetic, some ending in squabbles over the Monopoly, several subdued and muted through a recent loss and one or two non-existent, through a bad dose of the ’flu or some other
