Find myself suddenly overwhelmed by urge to Write. Contemplate a) great Victorian-style novel as cathartic response to gloomy events of last twelve months b) becoming Voice of Reason on Twitter and c) (briefly) catching up with overdue correspondence on village almshouses. Reject all, and, with some trepidation, decide to resume Diary.
Not entirely sure what Diary will record; after loss of father, and in contemplation of second child heading to university in the autumn, have decided to embark on New Life in nearby university city, and have put house On The Market. House-selling process so far proving good for Light Social Comedy but poor for actual Results, so may well be chronicling the ins and outs of Village Life for some time yet.
Looking forward to The Next Stage.