Archive for January, 2011

Ho ho ho

January 3rd, 2011

I am in a reasonably good mood today.

It is a pleasent day and the sun is shining.  It’s not too cold and I had a grand night’s sleep.

The main reason though is that all that fucking “festive” ho ho ho shite of the last couple of weeks of December is over.  It’s back to business, people.  OK, I know this is a Bank Holiday [I think], but Bank Holidays happen all year round so I can accept that.  I like to sit at home thinking of all of you sweating away in offices.  It’s one of the great benefits of retirement.

Normally I wouldn’t be too impressed with the first week of the new year as traditionally, the coldest part of the year has still to arrive.  This year though it has to bean anticlimax after December.  I mean to say, if January or February are colder than the stuff we have been tolerating, then we are really up the frozen shit creek without the proverbial paddle.

So, assuming the worst of the weather is over, then things are looking up.  The snowdrops are up but not quite budding yet.  The days are getting longer.  Bertie Ahern is out of politics and apparently not running for the presidency [if the little shit had retired ten years ago, we probably wouldn't be in the mess we are in]. Fianna Fail are in their death throes.  What more could anyone want?

In fact, I felt so good today that I decided to give my laptop a spring clean.  I wiped the operating thingy and reloaded it.  I’m not sure why.  It just seemed like a good idea at the time.  And so far, everything is running smoothly and a couple of wee problems I had been having have disappeared.

Happy days are here again.

Same old same old

January 1st, 2011

So it’s 2011?

Quite honestly, I don’t know what all the fuss is about.  It looks, feels and smells exactly like yesterday.  If the New Year did something significant  like instantly adding a couple of hours of daylight, then I might be more inclined to get excited.  The only impact the new year has on my life is a change of calendar on the wall and a couple of months of confusion when I put the wrong year on a cheque.

I’m not going to make any predictions, as I did last year.  My predictions were depressingly accurate [except that we didn't have an election], and to be honest, I am a little scared at my ability to foresee the future, so I’ll give it a miss this time around.

I am not going to make any resolutions, as I have already said.  After all, it is difficult to improve on perfection, so I have little to resolve.

I have no plans whatsoever for the year, except maybe to attempt to survive it.  Unlike previous years, I have no holidays booked, so I haven’t a clue where we will end up.  I do have a suspicion though that it will involve either Brittany or West Cork.  Or maybe both.  Or maybe neither.  Who knows?  Who cares?

In the meantime, life carries on as it always has.  Same routines.  Same habits.

It’s time to nip down to the village for some baccy and the paper.

Just like every other Saturday.

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