That's that for another year (12th night empty wall blues strike...)

Sad, so sad....but true!

So, the Christmas decorations are down. The laundry is done and the empty space on the wall where the tree was keeps catching my eye in like a hole in your mouth when a tooth's been pulled. There go the festivities for another year, and we're back to overcrowded gyms, empty pubs (pah! As if) and the great return to the packed lunch effort.

Two days into work and already I feel like the "to do" list is overwhelming, and positivity might be elusive in a few months. However, I think that's residual stress from 2015 talking - actually everything is do-able if I just breathe, calm and concentrate on one thing at a time.

New Year promises to myself I'm unlikely to keep or care about in a month's time.

Cute, schmaltzy and Instagrammable - why in the hell not?

That's that for another year...or at least it should be.

I had every intention of taking down the not-entirely-comprehensive Christmas decorations in my flat tonight after work but so far have managed to do some laundry, cook a weird dinner from cupboard and freezer ingredients and watch three episodes of the latest box set obsession. 

Ah well, there's always tomorrow. 

Although, given that it's the twelfth night of Christmas, I really do need to get a wiggle on tomorrow. 

Yes, it *is* twelfth night tomorrow, because Christmas Day is the first day of Christmas. Google it. 

If on doing this you find an alternative opinion feel free to have a party in your pants in front of your computer and not tell me about it until I've gotten off my butt and put away my decorations. 

So, what's this little blog about? Honestly, I have no idea as yet - let's go with the flow. Sure, shall we start with some resolutions which will last for God knows how long, but less than the year?