As we head into the darkness of Advent, it's always good to read something that will cheer you up.
So I particularly recommend the last couple of missives from Cold Comfort Farm, where Judith Starkadder is a living reminder that, no matter that the nights have drawn in and the Beaker Folk be as dim as an energy-saving light bulb in a power-cut, there's always somebody worse off than yourself, and looking at it being that way till at least Mayday.
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