So we’re into the last day of the year, and perhaps like me you’re doing a spot of therapeutic cleaning, washing off the dust of the old year ready to welcome the new.

I realised today that although I hate the strained joviality of being out on New Year’s Eve, I actually love the turn of the year. The prospect of another whole twelve months of doing, being, discovering, laughing, crying, making, trying, failing and trying again feels like a gift.

And it seems like the perfect opportunity to say thank you to all of you, for your comments and encouragements, for your lurkings and returnings. I hope we’ll get to know each other more next year.