So it’s 2011?
Quite honestly, I don’t know what all the fuss is about. It looks, feels and smells exactly like yesterday. If the New Year did something significant like instantly adding a couple of hours of daylight, then I might be more inclined to get excited. The only impact the new year has on my life is a change of calendar on the wall and a couple of months of confusion when I put the wrong year on a cheque.
I’m not going to make any predictions, as I did last year. My predictions were depressingly accurate [except that we didn’t have an election], and to be honest, I am a little scared at my ability to foresee the future, so I’ll give it a miss this time around.
I am not going to make any resolutions, as I have already said. After all, it is difficult to improve on perfection, so I have little to resolve.
I have no plans whatsoever for the year, except maybe to attempt to survive it. Unlike previous years, I have no holidays booked, so I haven’t a clue where we will end up. I do have a suspicion though that it will involve either Brittany or West Cork. Or maybe both. Or maybe neither. Who knows? Who cares?
In the meantime, life carries on as it always has. Same routines. Same habits.
It’s time to nip down to the village for some baccy and the paper.
Just like every other Saturday.