New Year.
Well, I've already broken one new year's resolution, which was to post to this journal once every two weeks. It is now seventeen days into January, and I do not have much to write about at all. It has been a very wet winter so far, and York has flooded badly - the flood barrier on the smaller river, the Foss, failed, so water was able to back up that river and into the city, and places that never expected to flood have been badly damaged. Some friends of mine were stranded in their fourth-floor flat, an island in the waters, for three days. They seem to have rather enjoyed it, but it has been a sad thing to see all the shops and restaurants in the area, completely ruined. Some will take months to reopen, some will not reopen - including the famous King's Arms, the ground floor of which floods almost every year, but which this year has been under water for about six weeks. And York has certainly not been the worst affected place. So a grim, damp start to the year, really.