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October 25, 2019
It seems I will probably be spending this Christmas alone. And if so, so will you. Or maybe you won't. You have your lovely children and your rather less lovely mother. I see you having your kids over to the apartment, a chicken or a turkey done in some suitable way: Keller or Zuni, or just plain Ann. Just plain Ann is anything but plain.

I want you here. I want to roast meat together. Potatoes and giblets and gravy. Crackers, mince pies, good wine, brandy butter, the segue game, falling into bed and listening to the sound of us.