Alas, with all my domestic duties rehousing an elderly relative, I lack the energy to undertake one of my rigorous, analytical assessments of current affairs - and I heard that snort! - so you will just have to put up with me taking a ramble through the political undergrowth.
First of all, this is the year that keeps on giving. First Brexit, then, not so much Trump winning but the Dems losing BIGTIME and today yet another murderous, evil and stupid thug breathes his last. The celebrations in Florida by Cuban exiles says it all. Not, I hasten to add, although I am no expert, that the USA ever seemed to handle the Cuban situation particularly well. In fact, I suspect that one of the few tributes Obama deserves during his pathetic administration is his decision to call off 'the dogs of war' between the two countries. Needless to say, the Castro criminal family will continue to 'strut their stuff', supported as they are by all the other gangster leaders around them, but the obvious truth is that Cuba can do no great harm to America, particularly as their economy sinks further into the 'brown stuff'. (Of course, all bets are off if the Chinese make the hideous mistake of trying to emulate the late, unlamented Khrushchev!)
Returning to 'this septic Isle', I sense an increase in uneasiness with regard to St. Theresa of May. It has nothing to do with what she stands for but is more to do with the fact that no-one seems to know exactly what it is she stands for. I don't just mean her aims in the Brexit negotiations, she is entirely right to keep those particular cards close to he chest, but it is in the rest of her political programme (if one exists!) that one looks, in vain, for some clarity of purpose. There really is no excuse because she is in a position of incredible political power with the Labour party marching resolutely into oblivion, the il-Lib-non-Dems virtually non-existent and the Scots Nats being shown up as mere blowhards for anti-English sentiment but with absolutely no idea of a future because even if they break the Union, the EU wouldn't touch them with a barge-pole! So, Mrs. May, take a long Christmas break, get your mind sorted, work out a programme, whip your cabinet into line (preferably by sacking one or two of them pour encourager les autres) and start the New Year with a bang!
Turning to Europe, my feelings are mixed. If by 'Europeans' one means your average Hans or Pierre or Bianca or Isabella, I wish them all well and hope that their continent thrives because who the hell wants noisy, fighting neighbours? Alas, as the all too clear fault-lines grow wider and wider in the 50-odd year, great, man-made contrivance which grips them ever tighter, I fear for their future. Frankly, I blame that Corsican thug, Bonaparte, whose evil stupidity was unleashed on the continent by force of arms and which has led inexorably to two centuries of almost non-stop war and revolution. Laws no longer evolve slowly, over centuries, after due consideration and testing in different circumstances, instead they are laid down from on high with virtually no consideration of local circumstances - ask any Greek! If next year is as auspicious as this one, then the Berlin-Brussels axis will be broken, hopefully, beyond repair.
Of course, there will be problems. There will be some considerable 'downs' as well as 'ups', there always have been, that's 'the nature of the beast'. And it's all a jolly good thing because without it I wouldn't have anything to bore on about, don't you agree? Sorry, didn't quite catch that . . .