I like to begin each new year in the way I hope it will continue. So today has seen me mopping floors, plumping cushions, painting my nails and refusing the temptation of the remains of my Christmas stocking chocolate orange.
This year was a bit of an up and downer: five deaths of near relatives; redundancy; the comment, "this portfolio was a joy to read," for my first portfolio assessment.
I'm not a planner, but a dreamer, a hoper. I hope that next year Stevie will find his dream job and be cheery again; that Bob will continue to flourish, and that my latest portfolio isn't as bad as I think it is.
And I hope that you all continue to grow into the people that you are.
2009, I suspect, will be much like 2008 only we'll all be a little older and wiser and more able to run with it.
Chin, chin XXXXXXXXX