Good evening dear readers. It’s been while. Yep I’ve been busy and all that jazz.
How many of you reading this are getting ready for a night on the tiles ( do people really still say a night on the tiles anymore?) or you’ve battled the queues in Asda to get all the food and drink for your infamous new years eve paaarrrrttyyyy. See what I did there? I added extra letters and somehow its made it more fun. Oh it doesn’t when you are a 35 year old mom of two, oh right, point taken. Anyway back to point of this blog, boring old new years eve. Yes! Boring! Pointless, waste of time clock watching for the sake of it.
OK, I’ve lost some of you already I know. The kind of people who celebrate the opening of an envelope and have the endless energy to find the perfect clothes/make up/cocktail/ready to bake Cumberland sausage rolls for the festive party season. I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to the readers who can never be bothered to dress up or traipse around 300 shops to find the perfect dress that flatters your wobbly bits and doesn’t cost a months wages. The people whose idea of a bit of sophistication is slicking a bit of mascara on or spraying the aftershave you were bought 10 years ago for Christmas that only gets sprayed 2-3 times a year. The people who don’t drink. Yes, we do exist. The people who don’t need to blind drunk to have fun and paaarrrtttyyy!!!!!!! Give me good old cuppa and I’ll be happy as a pig in shit and I’ll know I won’t be waking up £50 lighter, having sicked up everything I’ve drunk and suffer a raging hangover for the privilege. And the people who will cook or prepare a meal that they actually want. Instead of laying on a feast only for people to drink themselves stupid and then it all has to go in the bin.
You must all think I’m a real party pooper. Well, you’re right! I think it comes from the fact that I’m not going to be forced into something I don’t want to do. I’m not going to be told that I HAVE to celebrate the date changing from December 31st to January 1st. We might as well celebrate the change from February 24th to February 25th! I don’t get all the “New Year, New Me” bollocks either. Why should you wait until January 1st to start being the person you want to be? Why don’t you get your arse into gear and do it now. Well its December 31st now, probably too late to sign up for cookery lessons and to join the gym, I’d wait a few days first.
But on the whole, January 1st is the same as March 12th and March 12th is the same as August 29th. We all have days that are filled with happiness, sadness, excitement and disappointment. 2016 is going to be no different than 2015. I’m not going to put 2016 on a pedestal and say this is going to be my year to shine or achieve a particular goal. And in the same vain, 2015 will not be instantly forgotton because I didn’t manage my money better or save my loose change. Surely I’m not the only one whose life is primarily filled with sitting down for long periods, sorting out odd socks and prising up sticky cheerios off the floor. 2016 my friends, will be exactly the same as 2015, 2014 and 2013!!!!
*Disclaimer. This is not meant to be offensive or aimed at anyone in particular. If my sloppy attempt at writing this blog means that you think you’ve been targeted or got at, then you are wrong dear reader. I’m just a sloppy writer.