I’ve said before that I don’t make resolutions, or at least not at new year when I’m still enduring the emotional hangover of saying goodbye to December’s festivities. But I read something recently about autumn resolutions that seemed to make a bit more sense.
When it comes to environmental issues, there are two main camps splashed across the media – the climate-change deniers (complete with gas-guzzling cars, private jets and secret oil investments), and the hemp-wearing activists, disrupting traffic in major cities with their protests.
You finally decide to take a long-awaited family holiday, you pick a date, tentatively negotiate the time off work and choose a location that seems to tick all the boxes.
When it comes to keeping the house clean I’ve tried many methods. I’ve bored my friends and family with my efforts to declutter using Marie Kondo’s ‘Spark Joy’ process including learning how to fold my pants correctly (who knew there was a wrong way to fold your pants?
If you were to describe me in just three words ‘moderate’ wouldn’t be one of them. In fact, if you were to describe me in 100 words you’d still be very unlikely to land on moderate.
On our local skate ramp some clever soul has scrawled ‘Don’t grow up it’s a trap’…(they’ve also written something about being ‘the daughters of the witches that wouldn’t burn’ but we’ll ignore that for the purpose of this article).