Tomorrow will be the fourth day of January, and I’m beginning to wonder when people will stop saying “Happy new year” to me. Still, mustn’t grumble. I’m trying to no longer take a perverse delight in being grumpy, but it ain’t easy!
And as for this New Year’s Resolution business – as good as it is to change things for the better, is it really a good idea to start the new year off by effectively reminding yourself of all the things you did badly last year?
Current reading – Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost and other stories. Poor old Oscar. During his life he got the rough end of the stick for his sexuality. Now, in these more accepting times, he gets quite a lot of sympathy and admiration for that. In both eras though the same blind spot remains – people can’t see past his sexuality and think it’s the only facet of his existence. As King Neptune is to the sea, King Oscar is to the essence of gayness. Or something. Odd how the same thing has blinded people to his work from polar opposite positions!
“Vietato sputare” when uttering “Happy New Year”. But I do quite feel the same way as you. Enough, already, after all it is after january 3rd.