I like a New Year’s Resolution. The idea of new starts, new projects, a whole bright, shiny new you. But I’m very much an advocate of the Bridget Jones philosophy that they absolutely can’t be started on the January 1st. “Since, because it’s an extension of New Year’s Eve, smokers are already on a smoking roll and cannot be expected to stop abruptly on the stroke of midnight… Also, dieting on New Year’s Day isn’t a good idea as you can’t eat rationally but really need to be free to consume whatever is necessary, moment by moment, in order to ease your hangover. I think it would be much more sensible if resolutions began generally on January the second.”
This year however, this delay has become just a bit excessive. I do have an excuse. For the first time in 5 years, I did not return to Bradford for Christmas, but stayed in Italy. So my Christmas in England was a Sunday lunch last week, complete with snow, Christmas puddings and much over-eating and lazing by the fire. As a result, my new year plans have been somewhat late to start. The healthy eating programme is only in day 4. My good intentions to do more than watch This Life on youtube have postponed investigating more cultural or countryside pursuits. My resolution to keep up to this blog after months of neglect has also been put off in favour of lunches with friends sat by a roaring fire.
Really January in England isn’t the best place to start up something new. Hibernate and leave the promises until the spring when you’re feeling a bit more perky. But then procrastination has always been my thing. January has become known as the most depressing month of the year. Debates abound as to which Monday in January is the most depressing day of the year with bad weather, debts and guilt over resolutions already come to naught. So putting off those resolutions until the end of January suddenly seems far more sensible. Maybe Bridget had it right all along?
Returning last week to Rome, at least we have the sunshine. If you can’t beat the winter blues with skies like these…
Good luck with your resolutions people 2015 begins today.
You Can Take the Girl Out of Bradford ... 
We feel lucky just to be able to walk in normal shoes on solid ground that doesn’t keep changing into an ice rink.
But hey at leas we produce giant killers(Chelsea 2 Bradford 4!!!!!!)
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Great result for City!! But I think you have more snow on the way – you better not put those ice-walking shoes away just yet xx
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Your blog is really interesting,I like so much the way you tell yourself in Rome including all the differences compared to your hometown. If you do not mind I come back to visit you! 🙂
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Thank you for your kind comment – the cities are quite different! Please do visit again 🙂
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I agree with you! Rome is a wonderful city, within her everlasting beauty, her breathtaking panoramic views and her deeply romantic secret soul. By the way she has many gaps, especially because of the caothic traffic jam and the awfull public transportation system. The result is a very stressful daily life in such a large and crowded city. I’ve never been to Bradford so I trust your words about it. For my knowledge, English cities are well organized. I visited the western side of England, Somerset, Cornwall, London. I’ve been to Ireland and Wales as well. I loved some pretty villages and towns such as Bath, Salisbury, Wells and on top of all St. Ives. I wish to visit the Northumberland area and then moving along the Yorkshire since I guess it offers very attractive landascapes, and so, maybe I’ll visit also your lovely town. Will be a pleasure to visit you again!! 🙂
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