Monday 5th January

I will not be breaking or failing or forgetting any this year, ‘cause I ‘aint made any.  It is not that I think I am so perfect (but getting there) that I do not need improving, or that I do not know a few faults I have that I would like to remedy, but it is only 5 days into the New Year and I would probably have broken them by now anyway.   I am always forgetting (too tired) to clean my teeth at night and each year I resolve to do so, but when sleep beckons – or too late has overtaken me on the sofa anyway – I find the last thing I want to do is zing my mouth with chemicals that will stop me from falling back into oblivion.   Maybe I should just make the effort to do it an hour or so after a meal.

I mean (honestly) to both see and phone my children more regularly, but on those days off when a quiet moment is grasped I just put it off and then before I know where I am a month has passed and I still haven’t phoned them; I do at least always acknowledge any Facebook statuses they post (is that the new replacement for speaking to people?).

And so you see, going on past behavior I just feel more depressed at not keeping my resolutions, so maybe if I don’t make them I won’t have broken them and so I will feel a bit better too.

Anyway – back to London and work tomorrow (today).  Speak soon – I promise.