Dear Honorary Platonians,
I don't know about you - but Plato's had a truly crap last few years and is delighted to see the back of the Noughties.
It looked like they'd start out well judging by New Year's Eve 1999...
Plato got a new greyhound called Handsel and was amazed to discover that he was the long lost brother of one she'd just tragically lost to a heart attack.
Buoyed by this good karma, she then plucked up the courage to phone her estranged father - it was scary dialling the number, but if you can't bury the hatchet at the turn of the Millennium - frankly when can you?
They actually *gossiped* - for the first time - ever. That was when the *good* bit ended.
And then he got cancer, and died. Ho hum. And she got a speeding ticket on the 330 mile journey to his funeral...
And then her other half ran off with a work-experience student. That wasn't so bad - but it left her fucked financially.
Now that is normally quite enough bad news for anyone - but there's more than I care to recall and we've only got to 2002...
Fast-forward to 2009, and now her small business has been totally fucked by Labour's handling of the economy and she's thinking of selling up her house and starting all over again.
Plato normally hates 1st January - there's nothing much to look forward to, the fridge is full of things passed their sell-by date and the weather's crap.
This year - 2010 - is already a bit different.
There's a General Election and she'll be down at the polling station the moment it opens, it doesn't matter that it's a safe Tory seat and Cameron thinks AGW is for real [numpty]. She's going to thoroughly enjoy putting her little X in the box.
The fridge contains only edible things [it's amazing how much she doesn't shop when pennies are tight]
And the weather is perfect - crisp, with crystal clear skies and not a breath of wind.
Roll on 2010, as someone once said 'Things can only get better' :-D
Let us hope that the darkest hour really is just before the dawn.
ReplyDeleteMay you have success and prosperity in this year.
Xanthippe
I wish you everything you wish for yourself!
ReplyDeleteBeen an absolute bastard of a decade me too. Multiple deaths of loved ones.
ReplyDeleteLike you, I looked at the sky this morning (resists temptation to warble 'Hello clouds, hello sky') and thought, 'Stuff it. That's lovely. Onwards and upwards.'
Then 'Things can only get better' came into my head and I thought 'Fuck you, Blair, for stealing that song.'
This year, I'll get those Labour bastards. Won't we. (Not a question!)
Happy 2010.
Sad to hear your frank and moving story, Ma’am. Life often has nasty surprises, and it seems there are always people keen on shafting us from time to time.
ReplyDeleteLike many others, I’m relying on you to continue your blog – it’s compulsory and therapeutic reading for me. May I wish you all the very best for 2010.
As Churchill said, “Keep buggering on”.
Like you I am delighted to see the back of the noughties - a beloved child committed suicide and the aftermath was horrific mentally as well as physically;
ReplyDeleteBut I got up on New Year's Day and a feeling of complete peace just filled me, for the first time since 2003 - and I am here to tell you that 2010 is going to be one great year.
So bring it on.
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
ReplyDeleteI sympathise, had some similar experiences in the last decade myself and after dreadful December trading, we probably have similar things in the fridge!
ReplyDeleteGood luck for 2010, I'm a firm optimist and things will surely get better...
Had my share of noughties disappointments and a family death too. All the best for 2010, and onward to a new decade!
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