We survived it - that's a big fat tick in the box for January. We can say goodbye to the toughest month of the year and look forward to enjoying the next eleven. I was still feeling the effects of my holiday spending when two fat bills for car and house insurance landed on my door step and it was goodbye to my designated saving month. I thought I'd made it through when on the final day of the month my car required a new tyre and then my lodger moved out; thank goodness it's now February.
You might have a different month that hits you financially but I'm sure you can relate to the relief I'm feeling. Bank balance aside I'm looking forward to having a drink with my friends who religiously stuck to 'Dry January' which also seemed to include the prohibition of socialising. I'm not suggesting that winter is over just because the days are now half an hour longer and the snow drops are out but I do feel the optimism in the air.
January wasn't all doom and gloom, there were plenty of positives too. A highlight for me was meeting one of my teacher's sons. I can imagine what you're thinking right now, what on earth could be exciting about that? I thought the same when I was a fourteen year old girl being taught Maths by a slightly intimidating Mrs De Glanville. I distinctly remember the boys being wide eyed asking about her son, I heard something about rugby, but it didn't register on my wavelength at that time. Many years later I became interested in the sport of rugby and it wasn't until then that I realised I'd been taught by the mother of Phil De Glanville, England Captain. It's fair to say that I wasn't disappointed, the reputation as a sincere and lovely person is most certainly true.
