This nearly-done year. Maybe the fastest of my life. And not completely balanced. A little bit from column A, a little bit from column B.

I saw Richard Clapton sing The Best Years of Our Lives at the pub, hung out a lot with my brother, got lockjaw from overwhelm, woke up almost every day with my beautiful man, was lucky to still have both parents, got invited to literary festivals.

Kate Halfpenny and her daughter, Sadie.

Wasted money and would do it again, deadlifted over 1½ times my weight, had yacht rock as my top Spotify category, made new friends.

And I wrote this column 50 times.

The 680-word space is a privilege. An incredible opportunity to noodle away at whatever’s on my mind and hopefully yours, from Meghan to menopause to men behaving badly. On that note: why is the only person in jail over the whole Jeffrey Epstein moral morass a woman?

I love the creativity of it – deciding what will interest or infuriate, working out how far I want to push something and........

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