As it’s my birthday tomorrow which means that Christmas is really just about here, and the next few days are wall to wall parties and dinners this will be my last post of the year (unless someone really winds me up). It is a case of looking to the future and really putting the past to bed – after all we can’t change that which is already done. It has been a year of mixed feelings and blessings, of relationships made and lost, of lucky escapes, of new relations brought into the fold, of first birthdays, of friendships affirmed, of successes, of silver linings and cups half full, of realisations, of epiphanies, of serendipity and of finding what was under my nose the whole time. Long may it last. So a happy Christmas to one and all and a happy, healthy and (hopefully) wealthy 2010. Cheers!!!
So, in no particular order….
1. Do exercise. That does NOT include the lifting of glass of wine to lips or the strenuous opening of the second bottle…
2. Get another job for the afternoons…easier said than done…might have to have some lateral thought on that one and bring my entrepreneurial skills to bear (all suggestions gratefully received).
3. Drink more water in order to reactivate youthful appearance (yes well, one can hope) and rehydrate aching post-Christmas liver.
4. Stop buying croissants in Sainsburys on the way to work – they do not help middle aged spread one little bit!
5. See more of friends and family – they are the lynch pins of life.
6. Learn how to do the Argentine Tango..yes, yes I know it’s one of the most difficult dances there is and that my dancing skills leave a lot to be desired but a girl can dream can’t she?
7. Keep hoping that George will turn up on the doorstep…he just doesn’t quite know that I’m here waiting…still.
8. Steer clear of sanctimonious idiots, takers, joy vampires and those who use us up and wear us out.
9. Remember (get a bucket handy) that being happy takes so much less effort than being miserable…
10. and finally (thank God I hear you say) keep on paying it forward. It’s the little things that mean the most.
So on that note (ok a touch vomit inducing in places I grant you) adieu until we ring in a hung over New Year. xxx
You see, he cares really…..