Christmas has appeared on my doorstep with almost unseemly haste this year. It’s been a frenetically busy autumn, so it’s with a sigh of relief that I sink into the sofa cushions, wriggle a little closer to the log fire, eye up the tree chocolates and raise my glass of sherry to all of you. The point of this post is to thank all of you for continuing to follow The Idle Woman, for reading, for commenting, and for making it such a joy to write. Wherever you are and however you’re spending the holidays, I wish you all happiness.
As I’ve said many times before, the best thing about blogging is that it has connected me to other people who share my enthusiasm for books, plays, operas, and other weird and wonderful things. To my fellow bloggers – Heloise, Dehggial, Isi and Helen – thank you for commenting here and covering so many fascinating things on your own blogs, which are partly to blame for my TBR pile being as vast as it is. It’s even better, of course, when friendships migrate offline, so big hugs are due to the London Branch of the Baroque Circle. You can be relied upon to provide exuberant, knowledgeable and often rather daft banter, as well as brilliant trips to Glyndebourne and the Wigmore. We’re making a triumphant return to Glyndebourne next year, and perhaps also venturing to Versailles, and I can’t wait to embark on those escapades with you. I’m also hoping for many more adventures with the lovely J, a recent migrant from online to real-world and a brilliant ray of sunshine in the bleak days of winter.
So here we stand, at the threshold to 2018. Let’s hope the world grows a little saner than it has been in recent months, and I wish you all the very happiest of New Years.