aah, a new beginning. Thoughts turn to resolutions and I have many changes I want to make, however I'm always confused as to why january first has to be the day of resolutions and not, say, 12th June or October 6th or even better any day in Febuary as it is such a cruddy month (and valentines day is just pants). So, this year my resolutions are 100% selfish: firstly, complete two races (a 5k, early in the year and a 10k later in the year), secondly, draw something every day, and thirdly read Dickens.
Having a splendid, long trip to Cambridge. Currently seated on a sqidgy poof, toes warm in threadbare green socks and back warm against wahing drying on the radiator. Holby City drones on unwatched as Mum sits cross-legged knitting on a black leather sofa. Tom sleeps swaddled in his car seat, tiny shroaded feet poking out of the end. The pages of the Guardian rustle as Howard browses the daily articles. A mini-Magnum quickly disappearing as he reads. Brent enters "something's not quite right, a few too many trips to the bathroom."
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