I have realised that I now need to add the year to the headings on each blog post, well at least I think I should. Whilst it is doubtful that this will ever make the archives at the British Library, it might at least provide me with a means to work out what I was doing and when. I can only look back with some regret that I didn't do this sooner, as there are large swathes of time that remain a complete mystery to me. Today was a Bank holiday, and I don't think i have quite managed to adjust to the fact that this needn't mean that I have to do nothing. I pretty much did nothing for most of the day, and felt that I rather let myself down. I managed to drag myself out of my slumbering attitude and forced myself to prepare dinner, which was a vegetarian delight with added ham for youngest who is refusing point blank to entertain the idea of vegetarianism. It was in fact my youngest daughter who tried vegetarianism for about four days and has summed it up by saying that it is "Impossible" and that she has never felt so unhealthy, though I am suspicious of this coming from a girl who would live on sugar alone given half the chance. Eldest has a slight mountain to climb in many ways, in that there are a large number of vegetables that she either dislikes, or has not tried because she doesn't like the idea of them. To her credit, she bravely attacked the leek and mushroom pasta that I prepared lovingly for her this evening. I rather enjoyed it anyway. I also thoroughly enjoyed the football as my arch enemies, Arsenal, got beaten, and their petulant and childish manager behaved so wonderfully ungraciously in defeat as to provide even more entertainment to me. My first book of the year is by Julian Barnes, and it is called "The Sense of an Ending". I started it last year, and floundered a bit, but I have been true to myself and started it again. It is, I have to admit, a rather short book to start off with, but I feel that I will need to tackle some much weightier tomes in the next 12 months. I will not be too strict on myself over the year, as there will be some weeks that are easier than others, but I will try to ensure that 52 books are read. I will update the blog over the next few days as to some of the intended list, but any suggestions would be gratefully received.
I spent some time today feeling a little guilty that we didn't phone or contact some people over the break. I think that in our defence, we needed to batten down the hatches and switch off for a while, and whilst we did do that on Christmas Day, the rest of the time we were totally surrounded by family. I do crave a little solitude now, but I must also make more of an effort to keep in touch with special people. Back to work tomorrow, and that awful feeling in the pit of my stomach that I think happens more out of habit than any real feeling of dread. We have a lot to do over the next few weeks, so I want to try and make a good start with it all. Maybe that exercise thing might be a key to it all?
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