IT’S MY LIFE
I’M not a fan of new year resolutions. Possibly because I’m too lazy and my desire to change my bad habits only lasts until the second week in January, after which I return to my default settings.
However, yer man is a huge fan of yearly resolutions and making them probably ranks among his favourite part of the Christmas and new year season. Not only does he take his own resolutions seriously he likes us to do likewise, always between dinner and dessert on New Year’s Day.
“Right, resolutions time,” he begins, pulling out a wad of papers from our medicine cupboard.
Don’t ask me why we chose to keep them among tablets and medicines as they are not our last will and testimony, but out they come, our new year’s resolutions dating back to 2008.
Yes, that is not a misprint, for the past 10 years yer man has documented our new year promises and the following year produces them to remind us of our success or failure. It’s of no consequence whether you’re a guest at our table, or a member of the family, as there is no escaping yer man with his
For the past 10 years yer man has documented our new year promises and the following year produces them to remind us of our success or failure