Someone suggested to Mrs Angry today that this has been a turbulent year, in Broken Barnet. Indeed it has, in all sorts of ways.
One of the unexpected consequences of what has happened here, and further afield, in the last couple of years, the timescale of our insurgency, has been the joy of making so many new friends, whose comradeship, sense of fun and support has been such a blessing, so thank you all, and I wish you all peace, love and happiness over the festive season.
It won't be like that in the Angry household, clearly, but good luck to everyone else ...
And here is Mrs Angry's favourite carol, rather melancholy, but very beautiful words by Christina Rossetti, whose family, and the wider pr-Raphaelite circle, had what are now little known connections with Finchley, Hendon and Highgate, here in Broken Barnet.
Merry Christmas.
Mrs Angry x
*Update:
Christmas Day evening: it seems HM the Queen has decided to emulate Mrs Angry's example, and quote from 'In the Bleak Midwinter', to end her own Christmas message.
Mrs Angry notes that although the Pope is now on twitter, and no doubt intends to follow Broken Barnet, he has wisely decided to do his own thing this year, and not copy Mrs Angry in his annual address from the Vatican. Her Maj might like to do likewise next year.
Just a thought.
Five more years in hell, and no OBE for you, Mrs Angry, I think.
