I am full of Reforming New Year Zeal.
By 10.30 this morning I had taken down all the Christmas decorations, packed them into
boxes and lined those boxes up on the landing where Mr B will surely trip over them, thus prompting him to transfer them into the loft without me even having to ask him. That's the plan anyway.
i reckon this is pretty good going, when you consider that I didn't rise from my bed till 9 am when Dig It came on the radio. It's not that I don't appreciate Dig It, which is a local gardening programme, but my Reforming
New Year Zeal has not so far extended into the garden, there being quite enough to do in the house, thank you very much.
I can hear you musing that 9 am is quite
late to get out of bed for one imbued with Reforming New Year Zeal but I have to admit that my RNYZ does not extend to (I) early mornings and (iI) essaying the dizzying heights of the loft ladder myself. As Mr B is fond of saying "why have a dog and bark yourself?"
To which I generally reply with an ironic "woof, woof". I bet you have never heard of an ironic woof before, now have you?
After all the effort of packing up the
Christmas tree, its garlands and decorations - with extra care taken wrapping up the beautiful "My First Christmas" bauble from Young Faris - it was irritating to find a stray tree decoration under the sofa, necessitating the unpacking of the Christmas tree
box and its resealing with lashes of sellotape. But even this did not dampen my Reforming New Year Zeal. Well, only marginally...
Come the afternoon, and my Reforming
New Year Zeal drove me down to the Health Club for my first swim of 2014. There have been a few changes at the health club, I noted, most particularly the introduction of pre-packed sandwiches and wraps. Obviously, my RNYZ did not allow me to try out any of
the wares on display but I made a note for future reference.
It was a trifle disappointing to discover that my RNYZ has made not one iota of difference to my speed through the water of the health
club swimming pool, which is as slow and stately as ever. I was the only person in the Medium Lane, everyone else having transferred into the Fast Lane, rather than have the problem of continuously overtaking me. In the past I might have found this a trifle
embarrassing but the introduction of zeal into my make-up, however temporarily, has had quite an effect on my feelings of self-worth. Slow I may be - but at least I am here, swimming away, doing my best to get back to Good Habits. Well done, me, I tell myself
as I struggle for breath between lengths. Maybe I am not as fit as I think I am. Should I consider investing in the services of the Personal Trainer, advertising on the backs of the loo doors? Despite the influence of the RNYZ, I am quick to dismiss the idea.
It's the Personal Trainer I am thinking of, you understand. She probably has targets to meet. She doesn't need someone like me on her list of clients.
Arriving home and it was time to pick up on all
those little tasks which have been neglected over the festive season. Drafting the notes from the Bowls Club AGM, for example. This was the point at which the Reforming New Year Zeal started to fade. Especially as Mr B was calling me to the dinner table for
a steak meal. And, he reminded me, we had lots of TV programmes recorded which we needed to watch.
I have pressed the pause button on my Reforming New Year Zeal...