Saturday 14 January 2017

Home from home

Secret Santa Home from home
Home from home
I understand Americans use the phrase home away from home whereas people in Britain use home from home to mean being somewhere that you are as comfortable and relaxed as you are in your own home. I feel that way about visiting the Thompsons in Badby, Northamptonshire. I first met Michael at the Royal Shakespeare Company summer school in 1986 and Janet and Sally met soon afterwards and our daughters have been friends with each other ever since their arrival on the planet.
Mini campanology home from home
Escaping to a better world
I hope 2017 turns out to be a fulfilling year and that the political realities (Brexit and PresiTwittiTrump) somehow produce a better world. Time will tell. Maybe writing a speculative fiction saga as a retirement hobby is my escapist way of coping with the harsh truths (or post-truths) of the fall-out from 2016.
Caspar and Alex unaffected (as of now) by PresiTwittiTrump, afternoon tea at Fawsley Hall, beware the RSC bear!
Culture endures, friendship remains and Christmas will come again
In the midst of the political turmoil, though, the village of Badby still stands. The trees keep growing, nature endures. We will see productions as inventive as Greg Doran’s The Tempest again. We will eat delicious food and drink quaffable wine. We (the human race) will survive at least another year. Who knows what next year will bring? Yes, Winter is coming (literal and metaphorical) but so is Spring and, before long, Christmas will come again.

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