New Year, new you!
I have very little doubt that at some time in the waning hours of the last decade ninety per cent of you will have been tempted into making at least one resolution for the improvement of yourselves or the planet you are lucky enough to inhabit.
There will have been earnest declarations of an absolute determination to live a greener more environmentally aware life, drunken avowals to the cause of losing weight, giving up smoking, and getting fit, and, we mustn’t forget those for whom 2020 was to be the year of the birth of the seminal twenty-first century novel.
But two weeks in how have you fared?
All you little extinction rebels. Did you remember your designer shopping bags when you went to Waitrose? Have you traded in the Range Rover for a Leaf? And did you really manage to talk yourself out of booking that holiday to the Maldives?
I thought not.
And who has stopped smoking? Lost an ounce? Actually used that gym membership?
I see one hand raised in a sea of shame.
What about all the wannabe Shakespeares out there. You bought the laptop and Stephen King On Writing. Spent a lot.
Written a lot? No. But I bet you’ve played every game you own and watched a lot of catch-up TV.
Now you have soberly faced up to the undeniable fact that you are the same you as you were before January arrived it’s time to listen to granny.
Don’t be making promises you can’t keep. Better to say to quietly yourself that you’ll try to do a few things a bit different than trumpet your intentions where you will be exposed to cruel ridicule for not lasting beyond January 3rd.
Granny’s first rule for surviving the year. Keep your head down, your mouth shut, your legs crossed and your phone in your pocket.
And this time next year I hope you will have remembered that New Year’s Eve is really not the time to make any decision except maybe to just have another drink…