By the Rt Hon Little Tatty Mancock ā January 2020 Wednesday, January 1, 2020 It was after midnight on New Yearās Eve, I mean day, no I mean eve. Oh whatever it is, and once again I was on my own in the kitchen. Everyone had gone to bed. Sighing, I opened that morningās newspaper. No, not that morning⦠the day before, the lastā¦