There you are busy counting down the 12 days of Cheesemas to the 6th of January, when wise men have their epiphany and decide they can eat cheese all year round and wonder what they were making such a big deal of anyway, and then someone comes along and throws in a new thing for you to count.
Happy new year. The first day of 2021. Good riddance to the old year, lets start again. Forget any counting you've done before. Here we are: number one.
The temptation to start again this year is huge. What we wouldn't give to just wipe it all out and pretend that last year never happened?
The prime minister’s message makes it clear that he’s hoping for a fresh start where everything is miraculously better and we all work together in our new post-Brexit world. It doesn't work like that though and I hope he knows that he will have to work very hard at it and have an enormous amount of luck behind him.
I've never liked new year because of it's false hopeful promises and the fact that the TV counts down all the famous people that have died in the year. I've never quite got over my childhood feeling that it was actually national death day, where all the old people died to make room for the new babies to be born in the year. We encourage people to resolve to be better than they were last year, as if what they were doing wasn't good enough.
If, like me, you are feeling a bit overwhelmed at having to start again, then don't. Keep counting the days of Cheesemas, know that you were doing the absolute best you could anyway and just keep plodding on. I expect I will go for a walk, eat some cheese and keep breathing. That’s enough.
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