Happy New Year to you lovely blog pals! Do you feel like doom? I understand. Lie very still, it shall pass. I don’t feel on top form, I must say. Have gone a bit hard on the merriment this festive season. Could someone take me out for a run and force feed me vegetables, please? Apparently I only eat chocolate now, and small savoury items made of pastry. Also, water. Have given it up, substituted it for either tea or wine, depending on the time of day. Days of the week have lost all meaning. Having worn only dresses or pyjamas for so long, putting on actual trousers has come as quite a shock. In fact, I think my jeans are trying to kill me.
So, 2020. Not the kiwi flavoured drink of choice for teenagers in parks during the 90s, but a brand new shiny decade. What does it have in store, I wonder? Shall we talk New Years Resolutions? Personally, I am less interested in Prohibition and aiming more towards a sort of Roaring Twenties II. That’s not to say that there won’t be changes. Am definitely interested in reuniting with vegetables and water, and possibly a star jump here and there. Less meat. (Did I tell you that I’m not vegetarian any more? Dear reader, I have fallen.) Also resolving to be more mindful about spending, less frivolous, particularly when it comes to makeup purchases. Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll find something else to blog about. Do stick around.
On that note, can I take a moment to say Thank You. Thank you for visiting me here. I know I don’t ever say it, but I am thrilled that you choose to spend your time with me, here on this blog, reading my nonsense. Thank you for every visit and every comment. I hope your Christmases were merry and wish you all a happy and healthy 2020. With love, from my house to yours.
Til next time,