Sayonara, Not-So-Sweet Sixteen!

I don’t know about you, but I’ve had enough of 2016. I’m not just shaking the dust off my feet – I’m grinding it underfoot into an unrecognisable smear and scattering the fragments far and wide with as much disdain as possible. It’s getting chucked out like an old pair of shoes. Which is exactly what these little red leather Moroccan slippers that I bought in Fez are.

I am sadder about the slippers than this year however. Made from very soft and comfy tooled leather, they gave me good service. But I am always ruthless about shoes: when they start to disintegrate, it’s time to trash them.

And I think we can all agree this year has played out like a bad dream globally. It’s time is up. However, let’s not dwell, but say farewell. Goodbye 2016! Adiós, arrivederci, au revoir, auf Wierdershen 2016! Vamoose! Begone! Scat! Skedaddle and skidoo! And, finally – SHOO!

Hurrah! Let’s all heave a collective sigh of relief for a

Photo: September 2014