In my many, many years on the planet (I officially became middle aged over the holidays), I have learnt that new year resolutions are bootless things, fit for nothing except inducing guilt when they remain unresolved on 31 December. The prosecution cites exhibits A and B: The Raqasa's resolves to learn to drive and to achieve proficiency in French, both of which are now entering their second decade on the 'To Do' list. If I dwelt on it too long, no doubt I would weep at the vision I have of myself walking off the mortal coil and wishing the world "Farewell" instead of "Adieu".
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Yeeeaaaahhhh ... wish me luck with this. Meanwhile, I'm off to the third heat of Bellydance Trophies on Sunday and, as usual, I'll be tweeting the action in my customarily difficult-to-follow and not-particularly-informative style. Hope you can play along!