For it is the New Year

It is half-past two on New Year’s Eve, rain lashes at the window from a black sky, and the family, sans Middle Sister who is away for the weekend with friends in Abersoch and will later ring to say that she has been swimming in the sea, gathers around to discuss what to do with itself that evening.

Youngest Sister: I taped a lot of really good Japanese anime films in the summer.
Rest of family: *considers suggestion thoughtfully and in silence*
Mother: Honestly, I’d rather top myself.
Father and Nineveh: Thank you for saying that before I had to.

I have never managed to find NYE exciting, but the last couple of years, I have made resolutions. Remarkably, I have even kept them. It wasn’t that hard…

Resolution 2005: Spend more money and have more fun.
Resolution 2006: Spend more money and have more fun. And it isn’t a resolution, but really, really must be done: get a new job.

For 2007 I shall continue the spending and fun, and add to it “not sewing when I am supposed to be writing”.

Alternatively,

In 2007, nineveh_uk resolves to...

Admit my true feelings to gramarye1971.
Spend less time on cricket.
Find a better tolkien.
Cut down to ten dorothy sayers a day.
Keep my fanfiction clean.
Become a better dolabellae.

Get your own New Year's Resolutions:

Keep my fanfiction clean? For most of it, any cleaner, and it’d be aseptic. I intend to have a go at the yuletide Unfilled Requests, but I don’t think I’ll be the one providing the explicit Bunter/Peter slash. Which is not to say I’ve never pondered related subjects in a ( mildly ficcish way. )