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Beauty? What beauty? I’m in a mole hole trying to work out what January means. I’ve heard of these January blues, but I usually escape somewhere distant before they set in. A place where the sun kisses my face better. As I look at the tumultuous English Channel out of my window, I feel my eyes become as watery as what’s in view.
Crash, bang, wallop, here come the blues