A new dawn

Hello, I write in a condition you will doubtless be familiar with: overfed, overwatered, overwhelmed, and far too addicted to be able to stay away from my PC for any proper, restful length of time. Christmas was lovely, of course, but when you host (as we always seem to) it is never the holiday it’s cracked up to be but rather a painfully intensive course in running a B&B/restaurant. Well, at least I had prepared myself this time and booked a few days in Paris to recover. We’re off tomorrow, child’s torch, water bottle and Kendal Mint Cake in the luggage in case of tunnel trappage, and we will be returning in good time to herald 2010. Which reminds me, am I the last to discover that this will be pronounced Twenty-ten? Someone told me the other day and I was astonished, having been saying Two-thousand-and-ten for the whole of Two-thousand-and-nine. I quite like Twenty-ten, though, it’s snappy and modern and alliterative and has the ring of a classic. A Good One. A good one for all of us, I predict. Happy New Year!