And in it comes, the new year, dragging us reluctantly behind it; full of phlegm and snot and all sorts of other things that have emerged from various cavities during the holiday season. Deck the halls? Deck the walls, more like. We've had flu (me) a runny tum (Charlie) vomiting (the Frog), a chest infection (me) a cold (Charlie and the Frog) and, er, a hangover. Me. Sadly.
Resolutions? Nothing so bourgeois in this house, no no no. No, I find myself facing each new year as though standing in the path of a herd of panicky buffalo - rooted to the spot and dithering over which way to run first. In fact, I'd rather time didn't move quite as fast as it does, thank you very much; I'd be quite happy for it to stop all together, at least for a month or two; enough time for me to get a few things done on last year's 'to do' list.
Perhaps I should take my 'to do' list and call everything on it 'resolutions'; might make them sound more exotic and give them a sort of dead-liney feeling rather than the feeling they currently have, which is of a sort of grey pile of heaviness that occasionally shifts and throws me off-balance. Not a bad idea, in fact, giving my guilt a deadline. Until I miss it of course. Actually scrap it; the last thing I need is more guilt at things undone. So, no resolutions for me; no 'in with the new' - more like 'in with the same'. Quite comforting really, to be honest.
Hm. Anyway, so here it is, 2011. Maybe we should all plan to have a global cup of coffee at 11:11:11am on Nov 11 - that's the sort of deadline I might be able to achieve, frankly.
Happy New Year everyone - happy blogging, happy families and I'll see you at the other end; hopefully.