Another New Year

Ici nous sommes encore - as the French never really say. So much fuss about an arbitrary day out of the other days of the year. This day is really no different, except we've decided to single it out. So it becomes a start, or a new start. It is accompanied by things like "resolutions", sort of vague promises. Some seem to be so trivial and meaningless, that while we can guarantee to keep them, there's little involved in the keeping. At best they provide a sort of confidence boost. Others are so ambitious, there's no real attempt to keep them. I suppose in this era of targets, they might serve some personal purpose, but I can't work out what it is. Meanwhile, with all this resolution taking, and occasional efforts at resolution keeping, basic everyday stuff, the sort of stuff where we know what we should do, gets somehow missed.

Basic plodding type things like not telling lies, being a decent human being, a reliable colleague, a dependable husband or father (or mother, uncle, aunt, friend), might not set the pulse a-racing the way a fanfare, fireworks and ten "resolutions" might. But in the long run, they are more likely to deliver.

Talking of fireworks, we went down into Liverpool city centre Saturday teatime to see the fireworks at St Georges Hall. Nipped in and out on the train, so we were very green, and avoided all that CO2 that the car would have produced. The fireworks were brilliant, as was the laser show and large flame thrower types things they also had. Just as well we saved on the CO2 by not using the car!

Oh well. Happy New Year to anyone actually reading.