Resolutions

All well and good not making any New Year resolutions, but it does leave you somewhat unfocused in the post-holiday lull. Yesterday I cleaned out my toiletries draw and for some strange reason even thought about vacuuming under the bed. Looking inward for inspiration clearly a new hobby is needed.

Now much as I hate to admit it (I do a little, honestly), there is something on my mind. The Beautiful Stranger – this lack of a name is causing me some real trouble, a struggle for closure one might say. I’ve had to turn the pillow over in search of a cool spot several nights this week.

This morning I tried picturing his face whilst saying random names out loud to see if any of them jog a memory (they don’t). Now need to stop doing this because worryingly it seems to be having the unwanted effect of wearing out my memory of his facial features. Soon all I’ll have to hold onto is his voice (a lovely accent reminiscent of home).

So here’s to my new hobby – put a name to the Beautiful Stranger. And it won’t take up too much time. Not only can I remember the street he lives on (why that and no name? a good question) but I know at least one of his favourite bars. So taking a daily walk (get more exercise) and encouraging a few more girls’ nights out (be more sociable) should be all that’s needed. Glad I haven’t settled on any of those old unattainable resolutions. Want this year to get off to a positive start.

In, out, the annual NYE debate

11.23am

Hairdresser: "So, where are you going tonight then?"

Me: "Oh, I don't know, probably staying in."

Hairdresser: "What!? On NYE?"

Me: "Don't worry ... in a few years it won't seem so frightening ... oh, yes, thanks, tea would be nice."

2.26pm

Me: "So, which of your many offers for tonight are you going with?"

Tom: "Er, not sure, might be going out, yeah."

Me: "Well, I've got your Christmas present here. Want to get an early drink first?"

Tom: "Er, ok ... I thought you were staying in."

Me: "Oh, I am, yes, I mean I'll be in at midnight, I'm just going round to Claire's then ..... so I'm not going out really. But a quick drink early on would be nice, just to get in the spirit, as they say."

Tom: "I see. You want to go somewhere quiet then?"

Me: "Absolutely not. I'll pick you up at half seven."

10.05pm

Anon: "So where's this party then?"

Anon's friend: "I've texted John, he knows them from work."

Anon: "Ah."

Anon's friend: "He's not got back to me yet ..."

(pause)

Anon: "Busy in here isn't it."

Anon's friend: "Yeah, you know next year we should stay in, it's mad going out on NYE."

Anon: "Yeah ..." (pause) "Are you going to call him then?"

12.01pm

Me: "I've never much liked New Year before, but seeing the back of 2006 is giving me a warm feeling all over."

Claire: "I know what you mean, this one is different."

Me: "It was a shit year ... 2007 will be so much better."

Claire: (shifting five week old baby slightly in her arms) "Well, it wasn't so good for you, I know."

Me: "Oh, yes, sorry ... of course you having Erica was the highlight of my year."

(pause)

Me: "There must be enough fireworks there to open at least six new hospitals."

Claire: "I was just thinking that ... it's got to cost a fortune.

Happy New Year, Sarah."

Me: "Happy New Year, Claire."