Then, still with no blog entry written as Christmas Day approached, I thought maybe instead I could post my cop-out tree substitute decoration, that I would boast took a scant five minutes to erect (apart from the half-hour plus spent burrowing past all sorts of unthrowable-away junk to get to the furthest recesses of the under-stairs cupboard where the decorations live for 48 weeks of the year).
Then the awful Bondi Beach attack happened, and I was sad thinking about all those lives lost and the horrible pall thrown over what has always been one of Sydney’s glories, at the time of year when it should be shining its brightest. It was too hard to try to be cheerful.
And then suddenly Christmas Day itself came and went, notable for its being the first one ever here when advertisements were allowed on TV. Not exactly progress. And still I hadn’t written a word for this drooping blog. Which brings us to today, the last day of 2025, when it finally does feel at last that people/commentators have started to realise that hoping for a better New Year hasn’t worked now for at least a decade. There’s a wry, shoulder-shrugging, one eyebrow raised attitude, which I reckon is much more realistic and kind of unifying. We really are all in this together, friends. Onwards!
