Twelfth Night already and I can’t figure out where the first five days of this New Year have gone.
I didn’t set any New Year resolutions this year, even though in the past I used to, even if it was only two or three. You know the sort:
I promise to lose at least two stone this year
I promise to spend less time playing on my computer
I promise not to be mean to Tory MPs
Actually from January 2022 to June 2023 I lost over three stone and brought my waist down from a 44 to a 38. Mind you it has cost me a lot getting new trousers and jeans. It also means that my four really good suits no longer fit and my really smart evening suit, along with two evening shirts, just hangs off me. I just can’t bear to let them go.
The weight loss came about via a new medication my doctor put me on to tackle Type 2 diabetes. It helps control the amount you eat and all it needs is one injection – well not really injection, it works like those epi pens – a week.
It is called Ozempic and was wonderful.
I say “was” because at the moment my pharmacy (and others all over the country) can not get hold of it.
Why?
Because it was so good as a weight loss medication that porky celebrities all over the world decided to use it to shed weight easily and were prepared to pay well for the privilege.
This has caused a worldwide shortage so that diabetics like myself can no longer obtain it on prescription and there was no way I, and thousands of others, could afford to get it privately.
Anyway, that’s why I am not making any rash promises about weight.
As to the second promise, well I don’t really play on the computer and haven’t since around 1980 when I got my first one. By computer I mean anything from a mobile phone to a laptop to a desktop.
They are useful as long as you remain in charge but can be addictive if you let yourself fall into their devious clutches. Anyway, I remain master of my machines rather than slave to them.
If you really want to understand the hidden dangers of machine technology then I suggest you read the Dune books of Frank Herbert, and those of his son which cover the past and the future of his father’s core novel.
As to the third resolution – well it’s not one I could ever achieve.
Be honest, after 13 years of them and already into the 14th who would ever consider being nice to any MP, let alone just Tory MPs.
No, my only resolution this year is to take life as it comes.
Enjoy the time I share with my darling wife, and my family and friends, even if contact is mainly done by mobile phone these days.
Have a Great 2024 and let’s look forward to seeing 2025.
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