So, how did your 2019 go?
Did your naive and deluded expectations of about dinner time on 31st December, 2018 come to pass?
If they did, well, check you.
Here in The Single Mum House things were about what you’d expect if you throw a slightly neurotic, emotionally unstable menopausal forty-nine year old and a hormonal, boundary smashing, Insta-Addicted teenager into a three bedroomed terraced house together and leave them to it.
Yep, as ever, we endeavoured to live down to expectations.
But hey, it’s better to be an honest sinner than a fake saint.
So, as the new decade begins, I want to say thank you.
Thank you to the friends and family who remain, as ever, my constant support system and to the readers, from Newport Pagnell to Australia, who took the time this year to get in touch and express how much they enjoy this diary.
Each and every one of you have in some way helped, supported or encouraged me this year and, from the bottom of my heart I wish you a wonderful New Year’s Eve.
With a peaceful and successful 2020.
And may politicians, celebrities and Windsors continue to do dumb shit.
Otherwise I’ll have nothing to write about next year.