My 18th year of blogging. Jesus...

Well, 2025 has come crashing around our ears rather forcefully.  I've had car trouble, we had to call an emergency plumber, and Mathew has been hit by a horrible sickness bug. So, to take those things in turn - I was on my way to work when my car decided to stall and then refused to start again. I still don't know what the problem was, but apparently the Computerised Anti-Inflammatory Bungle Clip had short-circuited the Effluential Malefluent Gangle Knob and this is turn meant that the Gear-driven Open-ended Cosh Bend wouldn't function. Or something as ridiculously sounding as that. I really don't understand these things, but thankfully other people do, and so a quick trip to the only mechanics that was open and a quick exchange of cash and a quick change of a fuse or two and everything was up and running again. The sudden cold spell then caused an old pipe under our sink to rupture, and even though it was a tiny pinprick of a hole, the pressure of the water had it spouting out like a fountain and rapidly soaking the kitchen floor. So we had to turn everything off and wait for a visit from George, our friendly local 'cheap as chips' plumbing expert, who, to be fair, was friendly and local and not as pricey as he might have been, considering it was the day after New Year's Day. And then to complete our hat-trick of woes, our eldest child spent most of last night vomiting like a teenager after a six-pack of cider. Parenthood brings many challenges, and we learn so much about ourselves in the process, but surely nothing compares to the fun of dealing with a young 'un whose body seems intent on vacating its innards in liquid form out of any available hole in a 12-hour period. Thank God for bleach and Dettol, I say.
So yeah - an inauspicious start to the year, and we're just hoping our January bad luck has all been spent in the first few days, and now we can look forward to a month of positive, healthy, non-expensive, non-messy events.
May I take this chance to wish you all a successful, prosperous, sexy '25. And don't forget that time is ultimately a meaningless concept conceived by Mankind as a way to force some kind of order on a crazy, nonsensical world of existence.

RC 3-1-25