Chuck out the old, drag in the new

It’s the last day of the year, and since it’s pouring with rain outside, not fit to put a dog out, I have decided it’s time to take stock of the year gone by. Really, I want to remember some of the good things because there have been quite a few not so good things.

I clocked up about a trillion novel rejections BUT I self-published two small collections of poems.

The boiler gave up the ghost BUT, miracle of miracles, we got a plumber to put in a new one within four days (they had one out the back).

We found that the prehistoric stone sink in the kitchen situated at roughly mid-thigh height on a normal person can’t be removed. It’s set in a sort of sarcophagus of solid stone and cement and ripping it out would probably bring the wall down. BUT husband has built a proper sink on top of it which looks pretty smart.

We couldn’t have everybody here for Christmas BUT we did get a new oven so I’ll be able to cook properly when we do have a family gathering.

The Covid made contact of any kind well nigh impossible BUT it meant that husband didn’t have any more one-hour train journeys into Bordeaux to teach but could zoom his lessons from home.

The house is freezing cold in winter BUT while everybody else is dying during the inevitable summer heat waves, we don’t feel it more than pleasantly warm.

Trixie destroyed a kilim by vomiting bird seed all over it BUT it seems to have cured her of stealing the birds’ food.

Finbar has gone stone deaf and can’t hear when we yell at him to stop doing something BUT nor does he hear the things that go bump in the night so he doesn’t come into our room at three in the morning needing a cuddle.

Best news of all, although we’ve seen hardly anything of family this year, next year there will be even more of them to see. Our eldest is expecting her first baby in the spring!

All in all, as we say over here, le bilan est globalement positive!

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

48 thoughts on “Chuck out the old, drag in the new”

  1. Très bien, Jane! You found a positive for every negative. Wonderful new about the new addition to your family. Wishing you all the best for 2021!

      1. There’s only the two of us. I don’t count the four-legged residents who don’t care. We have oysters followed by boudin blanc and sprouts then panettone. I have five different bottles of white in the fridge to choose from. Should see out the evening 🙂

  2. I’m glad you were able to find so many positive things! Yay for the oven (and you can toast your bread in it.) 😀 And congratulations again on your books and your grandchild on the way. ❤️

  3. Thank you for the good news,Jane! As a pessimistic one i love to hear about positivity. Congratulations on the exspected grandchild. New live is going on, why should we regret about these little lockdowns, at least forcing us to rethink ourselves. 😉 Michael

  4. Congratulations! A grandchild is indeed something to celebrate. We should all make such a list, I’m sure we all still have plenty to be thankful for. (K)

    1. Thank you! I realised when I tried to think of the highs and lows, that 2020, although there were a lot of quite important things happened to us, most of them weren’t of any interest to anyone else at all. Small things turned out to be the most memorable.

      1. I just wrote it for myself. The first item was “l moved twice, but the second apartment is much nicer than the first.” It’s all in how you frame it.

    1. Happy New Year, Liz 🙂 Trixie used not to be like this but she’s developed all kinds of food fads, tomato sauce, potatoes, dog biscuits, bread and now bird seed. I hope she felt really poorly…

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