I doubt I’ll miss 2024 and 2025 can’t be worse

Happy New Year one and all.

Just a couple of days into the second half of 2024 I was bemoaning the fact that I was finally beginning to feel old.

I was also putting the first half of the year down at about third on my list of: “the worst six months of my life.”

Well let me tell you, it was already lying at third and the last six months shoved it down a place and at the moment I am not sure as to whether or not it will head even lower in the next couple of years.

As we are only just entering the year 2025 I will save my report on the last few months until later in the week rather than upset my readers so early in 2025.

What I do know is that I am intending to try and make the most of every single day of this sparkingly shiny year and catch up on some of the jobs that have been allowed to accumulate over the past six months.

It will involve a lot of work in the garden: weeding; relaying gravel; sorting out the front garden (destined to be a cottagey wildflower area); putting up arches and arbours in the rear garden to create a framework for climbing plants and areas to sit and enjoy the summer sunshine; bringing in new fruit trees; and just generally creating a paradise without having to work too hard.

I hope you all enjoy the year ahead.

Published by Robin

I'm a retired journalist who still has stories to tell. This seems to be a good place to tell them.

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