It does seem like no time since I was putting up decorations and wrapping and cooking and eating endlessly for Christmas 2014, however, when I look back I find I've had the same 12 months as I had the year before and the year before that and it really hasn't flown in at all. It does seem, 'though, as if there is a December spright whose function is to mess with time and leave you feeling Groundhog Day-ish for the month. Still all past now bar The Bells.
This is my last bread bake of 2015, although I am in the middle of the Black Bun for New Year's Day and that's beginning to smell rather appealing but it's cake so doesn't count in my book as bread.
And, yes, since you ask, that is one of my made-by-my-own fair-hand Christmas cushion covers. Material bought at a great market in York before it flooded big time; York, that is, although the market may well be flooded also for all I know.
All that's left is to wish you a good New Year. Health and happiness to you in 2016. If you can manage those two, nothing else matters