New Year’s irresolution…

So that’s it, I lived through the between time and managed to come out the other side in one piece - or at least as close to one piece as a man with so many cracks and flaws can be.

The decorations are down, Christmas presents stowed away in cupboards and drawers, the cards chucked into the recycling bin and Christmas itself is fast becoming a memory to be stored under ‘O’ for ‘Okay’ and ‘Q’ for ‘Quiet’ which is a vast improvement on last year. It’s the sixth of January, the day that Christmas is officially over and the New Year can begin to wend its way towards… No, let’s not go there right now. We’ve only just got the last one over with.

2014. This year I shall… and with that my ink runs dry, my pencil point breaks, my computer freezes and the thoughts in my head turn to dust. This year I shall do what exactly? Just how do I make 2014 different from all the other years that have slipped away in a trickle of… actually I’m not really sure what the right word is – similarity maybe? That’s one of the things about living and growing older, days build upon days, experiences get repeated, and after a while it takes an awful lot to spot the difference.

Perhaps that isn’t a bad thing though. I can feel the old routines beginning to crank up and before I know it I’ll be thinking of sowing sweet pea seed and boring you all with tales of my backyard which will probably be exactly the same tales of my backyard as I recounted last year.

I am without doubt a creature of mind-numbingly repetitive habit. So much so that I might as well just repeat most of my posts from last year as this year progresses. There will be the same barbecue stories, pictures of the sky, weather reports, dredged up memories from a childhood that in many ways I’d rather forget, and flashes of incredible clarity – or at least that is how it will seem to me as I leave everyone else scratching their heads and looking puzzled.

Anyway – bring it on! Let 2014 begin!