And just like that the shortest day is here and my inner pagan skips and jumps.

I am a closet minor melancholic from the minute the Summer Solstice brings the longest day.  Shortening days and looking towards the gloom of winter from the 22 of June is my secret USP. I keep it well hidden until late November but from then on I grump and moan a bit.

Singapore, Australia and Hong Kong reset me like nothing has ever done before. Long days of sunshine in December perked me up like new batteries in small electrical devices.

Buzzing would be the word. Never have I had so much va-va-voom in December.

Even the adverse events of this week have failed to dim my physical energy.  My heart and soul might be mightily bruised and hollowed out, but I have been ready to meet the day at stupid o clock. Thanks to being super charged by the Southern Hemisphere.

Onwards to longer days.