Sunday, 8 January 2012
Back to Porridge
So why on earth am I feeling a whisper of the January blues? Is it possibly a throwback to the January exams of school, or a lingering hangover from the impending diets of the past, or just the effort of facing the dark, gloomy days before the first glimmer of Spring? Whatever it is, I'm not going to let it fester because I know that I'm ready for routine again, despite myself. Yes, it's wonderful to indulge in all of the richness of the season, but when the treats become the norm, and the late nights too numerous, I KNOW it's time for normal service to resume.
Last week after a non stop Christmas season, and thanks to my generous, loving parents, we were lucky enough to steal away on our own for 3 whole nights ..... and it was perfect. The relentless rain against the floor to ceiling windows served only to deepen the enjoyment of those three course breakfasts with endless coffee and uninterrupted newspapers. Bliss. Whenever I felt the creeping of guilt for the calorific content or the unproductive hours, I reminded myself that I'd be back to porridge soon enough. And now here I am, so no more excuses. And although I feel a mixture of regret that a lovely full cream season has ended, I'm also reluctantly ready for the new semi skimmed one to begin. For without the familiar routine and duties of one, I very likely wouldn't appreciate the aimless indulgence of the other. And besides, who ever said you can't have a little sugar on your porridge anyway?