The shock of waking to another December – where did 2017 go?
Hilary Fannin: this year promises to be as predictable as a bog-standard Yule log
The other day I picked up a leaflet at the butcher’s, highlighting the festive delights of a side of lightly spiced beef, and I nearly wept.
It was the shock of waking up to yet another approaching December, of wondering where the year went. How come, given that the seasons have changed, world leaders have shuffled on and off the stage, and Melania Trump has circumnavigated the globe in a pair of 12-inch Louboutins, I still haven’t managed to put a bulb in the bathroom?