Finally, the river shows signs of rising. It has taken what seems like weeks of rain to get it to move, but it is finally doing so, sweeping away the muck and rubbish that have accumulated against the banks during the year, and pouring over the weir where the waterfowl amuse themselves by dabbling their feet in the water. It is making music again, having been quiet so long.
It is time that I started to move again too, sweeping away accumulations of irritations and setbacks and starting to enjoy life again. I have been upset by people letting me down, by people who could help who won't lift a finger to do so, by people who think that lying through their teeth is acceptable, by people who think that they have the right to rip me off and are outraged when I don't share their opinion. It has not been a good year and I'll be glad to see the back of it, but there is no point waiting for the New Year to make resolutions.......I'll take the hint from the river and sweep all this away.
I promise not to make music, however...my voice would disgrace a parliament of rooks.
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