Onto January with its glorious new beginnings....
I've had three sessions of physio because I slept funny
I stole a chicken in Magaluf
I feel like wonder-woman because I changed the frigging gas in the dark which was freezing - and with boogers round the corner (can I just say this is not an easy task even in the day - goddamn mountain, country, Mallorquin living)
The husband has been absent for many days
The pony is nuts, throwing kids all over the place
I can't cope with the hygienist
Dry January has been pretty damp
I have coughed up phlegm in unwanted situations
My car knocks, bangs and stinks like poo
There are half-mouses everywhere
Roll on February I think
Charlie the chicken, almost dead in Magaluf, very much alive in Calvia