Greetings from the Taj Mahal Restaurant, Buxton.
While I doubt the efficacy of a good curry, dining at one of my cherished eateries does serve the purpose and saves me relying on my limited culinary expertise, and also feeling the need of something to eat prior to getting my head down.
Right now, it’s the middle of Christmas Week; 2021 becomes history at midnight on Friday, and fourteen days later, I expect to be setting sail from Southampton on a much anticipated sunshine cruise. However, I hear the ship I am travelling on is staying in Barbados until January 2nd, awaiting further crew as a result of the omicron variant of covid 19 spreading globally like wildfire. That still leaves plenty of time to be in Southampton on 14th January, but even so, I still wouldn’t be surprised if there were to be a drastic change of plan. Actually, I was originally booked on a World Voyage, this being cancelled many months ago.
I enjoyed a peaceful and reasonably quiet Christmas. The preceding three Sunday evenings were taken up with a complete performance of Handel’s Messiah, The Buxton Musical Society carol concert, and finally, a Festival of Nine Carols and Lessons in candle light. On Christmas Eve, Midnight Mass at St.John’s was also candle-lit. And I wasn’t on my own on Christmas Day; I joined members of the congregation for a splendid lunch. And I have spent the first three days of this week not doing very much at all, except watching Netflix movies bits on YouTube and not so much actual T.V; my “channel hopping” yielding little of interest.
I have been back at home a while now, and it is 33 minutes into Thursday morning.
It’s time to get some sleep, and I shall write some more either at the weekend or shortly afterwards.
Many thanks for reading. All the best, David, 00.37hrs, 30th December, less than 48 hours to 2022. If I don’t write within those 47 and a bit hours, Happy New Year to you all!


