It’s Slade time again It’s that time of year again. There are those for whom it has no significance at all, and there are others for whom it has a deep meaning, and of course there are many who fall between. For myself, it is a time of reflection on the year, for being with family, if possible, and for doing that strange thing where we take a tree from a cold forest, bring it into a warm house, then complain when it drops its needles and dies. Of course, there is that in between period where we adorn the tree with twinkling lights, and shiny, dangly things. That’s when…