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Wednesday, 28 January 2015
Contrary to the very happy pictures above, I am not, happy that is. Here is the story.
I opened my 2015 diary received ,most gratefully, from one of our clients. They had a very clever idea. The diary is more like a series of pages that you can date yourself and are called Plan& Memo pages. I am one of those people that for the most part likes to follow rules. Logic and order make me feel safe and comfortable. I reserve my anarchic tendencies to my thoughts were they can run riot without offence or harm. I cannot, simply cannot, write on a page in a diary that is not the date that is printed on the page. I have been known to take a deep breath and record something on the wrong page but it hurts a bit. Nowadays with Microsoft outlook and smart phones we really do not need a proper diary. Which leaves companies that give out promotional diaries at the end of a year in a bit of a quandary and all those stationery sellers miserable over their sad end of year sales. So this idea is brilliant. And I do rather like it. Except for one thing. You know how in diaries you get pages of useless information like birthstones, wedding anniversaries, Clothing sizes and astrological signs. In my "diary" they also have Chinese Animal Years. "Hummmm" thought I "I wonder what animal I am." My life is full of deep thinking about important matters. I peruse the list of years. My year is not on the list. I have reached an age where my year is not worthy of being in print. So my dear people if you were born before 1969 you are not recorded. It is a sad day for me. I have reached the age of not being worthy of consideration in a diary.
Tuesday, 27 January 2015
Thursday, 22 January 2015
One of my New Year Resolutions is to write something every day. Why? Well it’s a long thought that goes around and around. The upshot is that the whole point of having a blog was to diarize my /our life so that I have a memory recorded when “now” becomes “back in the day”. It is also, of course, a way of keeping in touch, and to rant a bit. Okay, maybe a lot.