I remembered only last night to decant the damson gin I made at the end of September. Very good it is too, as are the gin-soaked damsons. A small glass with the last slice of cake livened up the melancholy task of taking down the cards, the greenery and the decorations. These last few days of the holidays after seeing in the New Year at least offered a gentle easing back into the routine of the everyday. Now there are things to be done, soups to be made, washing to be dried, budgets to be balanced, tears to be mended, hems to be sewn, space to be made in cupboards, outings to be planned. A little more hare, a little less tortoise perhaps.