That
was the worst Christmas ever. My Mum followed up her Christmas day stay in hospital with another surprise visit, preceded by bleeding out in the hour leading up to New Year’s Day. If they time her eye operation right she could have a Christmas/New Year/Easter day triple - there should be a prize. Mrs R is still below par, there’s a mountain of washing waiting for me in the kitchen, another of ironing in the spare room and work starts on Tuesday, for which the outlook is uncertain.
With this in mind I concede it’s possible my review of 2010 may show a small amount of bias:
It was crap.
As might the prediction for 2011:
It will be crap.
On the plus side there’s a new coffee shop in town and they do a lovely chocolate muffin.
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