I have had all kinds of years and 2011 was one I would like to keep for a bit longer, but as I dont have magic powers (dratt) I will have to stick with convention and the real mortal world, in about 20 minutes I will have to raise a glass with hubs and hope 2012 is as good as the one we are kissing goodbye to.
It was the year my youngest lovingly referred to as "feckles" (said like freckles with out the R) the name is of course a re jigged feck, fecky from the irish often used in phrases such as feck off, you little fecker etc..... turned 18, learnt how to drive, passed her test and went halves with me on our KA, she also headed to NY to celebrate this coming of age (although she couldnt raise a glass unless it contained a non alcoholic beverage, still), all achieved by working and saving her own money - there are very few who could manage that, but feckles is strong minded and determind she will achieve anything she puts her mind to, I have no doubt.
It was the Year I won very little, but I am thinking of it as a farmer would a fallow field, having a rest from everything before being replanted with crops for the next year - crop rotation in the middle ages anyone?
It was a year my eldest known as Leesy peasy (but god only by me)started working from home (I am jealous of his oh so easy commutes from the back bedroom to our front room) he is now an expert on under the hammer, and all those day time programmes his grandma Kenny watches. He also has lots of travel including various parts of England, Ireland and Scotland. There is talk of him moving out and getting his own place, at which a real of "men behaving badly" runs through my mind........
It was the year my hubs turned a very grown up 50, well someone did say middle aged but I think thats a tad ambitious I know of no one in either family who got a telegram from the queen (If you get my drift). Although my dear old former neighbour Ethel will be 105 in May 2012, so who knows.
The only thing I can think of that I will mis is my youngests first proper relationshop ending, he was and still is a lovely lad and was a very welcome addition to the family, anyone reading this who hasnt experienced it wont understand and those that do will be nodding to themselves, as we know all things end but not always by mutual agreement.
God Bless us one and all
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