2011

Happy New Year!

I know. Late again. If anybody read this, they might be disappointed. The lack of an audience is very liberating.

I think that bloggers traditionally review a year, and then write their New Year's resolutions. As I appear to be struggling for content (an illusion! I am struggling for the motivation to write about the content), and it is always useful to record one's resolutions somewhere (not logical, I know. But I've started now), I shall write them down here. Not that I have any resolutions per se, but there is a list of things I must accomplish:

1. Set up a pension. I promised myself I would do that this month.
   
2. Buy a subscription to the tunnel so that I don't have to find change every morning, and so that it cannot mistake another 20p for 5p or 10p and thus steal my money.
3. Become stronger and more flexible, through attending Pilates and yoga sessions, and through going climbing.
4. Become more fit, through doing actual aerobic exercise.
5. Lose three stone. This should be achieved by next March at the latest. It will be achieved by a combination of diet, exercise and drinking less wine.
   
6. Buy a corset. Probably when I have lost 2 stone, or so.
7. Learn how to play the alto and tenor parts of a hymn in 4-part harmony in the left hand, leaving the right hand free to solo the melody on a different stop.
8. Stop biting my nails completely. It is not a good idea when working with lead, even if I wash my hands thoroughly and leave a gap of at least a day between working and biting.
9. Be a good sister.
10. Make more of an effort to get to bed on time.
    

So far, nothing is going badly except the pension thing. Actually, I achieved item 2 while in the process of composing this e-mail. Number 3 is well underway, and number 4 starts on Sunday evening. Number 5 will be very difficult indeed. Number 6 will be fine if I have the money. Number 7 is like learning to play the organ all over again. I do not like it. It will be very good for me. (It is not going badly because I am not doing it at all at the moment. If I were trying, it would be going badly.) Number 8 is fine if I keep a nail file on my person at all times. Number 9 will involve a lot of patience with the teenager, and being more thoughtful with the other two. I should visit them, and stuff. Number 10 is being broken as I type. Suggestions? "Just go to bed; it's not that difficult" will not be considered to be a helpful suggestion.

The Beginning

Thus it begins. I suspect that this blog will consist of poorly-written, uninteresting passages of nothingness, updated infrequently. Sounds fun, doesn't it?

I am a procrastinator (hence the likelihood of infrequent updates) living in the North-West of England. I like climbing, playing the organ, sleeping, growing vegetables, making soap and martial arts. I dislike writing things by hand, being told what to do by people who know less than I do, and spending money on clothes. And people who punctuate poorly. I suspect that this will come back to bite me. In fact, I suspect I have already been bitten by the poor sentence construction gnome.

I live in a tiny little house in suburbia, with one boyfriend and no pets (he's allergic). We have been living there for nearly four years, and I am desperate to escape! Alas, on our salaries we cannot afford to buy anything at the moment, and so must sit tight waiting for the housing market to crash and the recession to start. Woo hoo.

Will I ever produce anything worth reading? We shall see...