I've been awake since about 4am and now as New Year's Eve dawns I am sitting in the kitchen, cuddling a hot water bottle despite the stove. I wanted to write before but I'm haunted by a sign I once saw on a bookshelf in WHSmith's ; it said "Misery Memoirs"... I wouldn't want to inflict more of that on you. But some things need saying.Its been a rotten Christmas ( apart from having my lovely children home), I've been ill (including a trip to A&E where I was over zealous in washing my hands and must have somehow lost one of the rings given to me by my children), we've had no water (a neighbour's Kerosine tank leaked into the water table and we've been told not to even wash in it until further notice), a close friend had some tragic news and now I am preparing to send my daughter back to university knowing that she probably won't get a chance to come home again before we are evicted.So I have been sitting here this morning donating small amounts to the charities Water Aid (not for the first time due to the awful water here and the realisation that some people live like this all the time)  and Survivors of Bereavement by Suicide  (because my friend is so brave, though she doesn't know it and so are my other dear friends who have been through the same thing and are some of the kindest strongest most generous people I know).I really hope 2015 is a good year for everyone and that the world becomes a better, kinder, more equal place  (except for the Trustees of Snilesworth Estate, their land agent and the Sayer Family... I just can't help it, sorry. Mean people should get all the bad luck, not the lovely people like my friend Helen.) Thank you for all your support in 2014... I will try to have drawings and pictures and good news next time I write x