This year I promise…

that I’ll make like the Love Cats. 

Eh? 

Bigger and sleeker, and wider and brighter…

Well not exactly but certainly slimmer and tidier, richer and friendlier, faster and more creative, happier and busier. I’m going to be in the moment, yet planning for the future; cooking more and eating less; getting more done but still having time to smell the roses. 

I’m in danger of being as inconsistent as a middle-market tabloid. So the only consistent thing about a New Year’s Resolution is the fact that within a couple of weeks, life will have kicked sand in its face. 

Therefore I’m not going to bother. 

Instead, to the sound of The Cure so it sticks in your head as well as mine, are the resolutions I know I won’t fail at.

I will write lists and only cross a few things off. 

I will be very enthusiastic about many things but only get to the end of a few. 

I will have good ideas in the shower. 

I will forget lots of things and it will make me look flaky. 

I will faff on the internet for too long. 

I will read insufficient books. 

I will feel guilty for my various parental failings. 

Oh, and I will get to the end of quite a few days wondering where the time went.  

I will keep all of these resolutions faithfully. 


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