I have always loved when the end of the year is approaching.

As the wind howls tonight, with the rain making sweet music as it heads for my window, I am once again reminded why I love this time of the year so much.

And then, I too, am reminded, why it is not easy, to get by this time of the year so much.

Because it is so cold.

So cold.

Don’t get me wrong. I love the cold. But. Coldness is only great when there is warmth.

To top everything off, Mum called this evening, saying how baby has taken a liking to play with switches, and she thinks it is fun to pinch and bite adults to see their reactions. Basically because my mum tends to over-react and that amuses baby very much.

Then Mum asked about work which I gave her the usual cover-up just to make everything sound much more optimistic than it is.

It wasn’t what I need when she told me how she and my dad are getting too old, and baby is too young.

From the day I had, spent repeating the annoying sob fests, it was really something I didn’t need.

And it just disrupted the plans I had started to draw.

And then, everything and everyone started to seem really hilariously funny to me.

The silliness, the absurdity, the hilarity, and the stupidity.

It is great to just look from the outside, and pinpoint the laughing stocks and throw in the sneers.