New Year – Same Old Me!
It’s always a bit of a low point when you reach this grey, miserable, post Christmas time of year & the reality of just how many Celebrations you ate over Christmas starts to hit home. Everywhere you turn there’s pressure on you to metamorphose on Jan 1st from your chrysalis into something bright & beautiful: ‘a new you’. Perhaps I’d just rather accept my limitations.
Still there was a little brightness to the day when, driving through the village after dropping the boys off at school, I saw the delectable Simon on his usual morning stroll from the newsagent. We gave each other a little wave. I did wonder about stopping the car, winding the window down & offering him a lift but I didn’t want him to catch me without my barely nude foundation. And besides, as we were only 50 yards from his home, I didn’t want to appear too keen.
The object of my desire
‘Cleaning the boy’s bedroom dispelled my romantic notions’
What with the excitement of seeing Simon, especially with his bald head fully exposed to the elements, my hot flush had worked to boiling point by the time I arrived home on the drive. A calming cup of tea & a couple of Jaffa Cakes were in order. Then cleaning the boys’ bedrooms soon dispelled all romantic notions. You should have seen what I found under James’ bed especially after his girlfriend came to stay over New Year (supposedly sleeping in another bedroom!)
The house seems so empty with the boys back to school; they’ve both got important exams this year; Julian has GCSEs & James has ‘A’ levels. James has just got an offer from Cambridge. It all means extra pressure for me of course – on top of everything else. It’s a good job I’ve got Guy, my ever dependable & reliable husband. What would I do without him?
