The end of the year always sneaks up on me somehow and I can never quite figure it out.
Best ignore the smouldering rubble of 2022 and crack straight on to the mewling whelp that is 2023.
Best ignore the smouldering rubble of 2022 and crack straight on to the mewling whelp that is 2023.
At this stage it's not so much 'glass half empty' as 'glass (priceless) smashed to pieces with red wine busily soaking into cream coloured antique Persian rug (also priceless)'.
A soft boiled egg and some toast soldiers are as much as I dare dream of on Jan 1. Less chaos is far too optimistic...