So here we are at the end of another year. It seems like not too long ago I was sitting at the laptop going through the memories of the year past (and I vividly remember watching Still Game while at it), but I am not doing it this year for the simple reason that I have been absolutely rubbish at keeping this blog up to date. All I have is bits and bobs, snatches of memories, semi-written posts. What I HAVE been doing the past hour though (besides watching too much of the Spiderman DVD I got for Christmas) is looking through a new folder I have just created, onto which I have uploaded just about all my digital memories of 2008. And it has put into technicolour what a rollercoaster year it has been. It has been a year of extreme highs (Egypt, Priya's visit, walking Hadrian's Wall, the Big Broon Trip to Malaysia) and extreme to the point of being surreal, this-is-not-happening, lows (Dusty, Dad) and everything in between (The Proclaimers, zorbing, Fife Coastal Path, Olympics, Billy Ocean). I never imagined my 36th year could be so turbulent, yet, in a strange way, so alive and intense. It was a year that made me laugh madly yet cry hopelessly. It has been exhausting. I just want 2009 to be filled with good memories. Intense, lived to the full but good memories. Please.
Factoids of the Week:
The last minute of this year will be 61 seconds long. Wonder how that works.
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