A very Happy New Year to you - I hope it's got off to a good start.
Mine hasn't. Have a look at our garden shed.
Yes, its roof has been defelted (probably not a real word) by the storms and I have a job on my hands. And it is a job I have neither the appetite, the skills nor the patience to tackle with any degree of confidence. But I'll have to have a go. Feel free to light a candle or say a quick prayer for me if you get the chance.
On other matters, I'm sure I'm not alone in entering 2015 with big ideas and plans on my mind.
Making VANBAR associates the PR agency of choice is at the top of my list, and there will be movement on this in the days ahead.
Getting fit in ways other than pounding the roads is also there and, to this end, I've booked onto a 7am spin class tomorrow morning. Really. The mind boggles at the thought of who else might be there, but we'll see (if I can get my eyes open at that time).
From tomorrow, I'm off the drink for three weeks. Really (again). It would actually be longer, but Vanessa has the first of several events planned to mark her 50th (I think it's her 50th) birthday and I can't drink water at any of those. I would have started my period of abstinence before now, but the World Darts Championship has been on - it's the Final tonight and you can't watch that with a cuppa.
What else.......oh yes, the final season of Breaking Bad has to be tackled, I need to get to bed earlier and read more books (I know everyone says that). And to counter balance all my new found worthiness, I plan to swear more.
Let's get it ****ing on!