When life gives you wheatgrass

For some reason, Becci and I ended the term with a bag of powdered wheatgrass each. I tried it in my porridge this morning and I can honestly say, it tasted as bad as it looks.

NYE was lovely. A trip to town with the girls for tapas where we ate the whole of Spain. I used to be wholly against tapas because 'small plates' doesn't sound like much fun for a girl with an appetite like mine. However, I'm learning to love the steady flow of food throughout the evening which means much more time to linger over good conversation. From there we went round to the local to see Gilly & Phil who were on excellent form and even bumped into the Rev. and her family. A lovely way to spend the final moments of 2019, with good neighbours who've certainly become good friends.

I can honestly say that I am more than ready to say farewell to 2019. From almost day one, it's been a really tough year. A year blighted by health problems for some of the most treasured members of our family and for that reason, a year I'll be glad to forget. It's also been a year where we've seemingly watched our country descend into nastiness, where media and politics no longer seem fair and measured but all about lies and mud-slinging. Unfortunately I don't enter 2020 with a great deal of hope on that front, with Brexit looming and the likelihood of another Trump victory.

There have been some good moments of 2019 and with increasing age I'm definitely learning to be more content. I've enjoyed learning French and visiting France with the family over summer. I've loved getting more stuck in at my local church and even embracing the fact that I'm slowly turning into an Anglican. I end this year happier than ever with my brilliant job, my lovely little house and the joy of being able to escape into the hills. And more thankful than ever for amazing friends and family.

2019 you've been average, 2020 you really need to be better.