Day One (earlier than planned)

8.36 am, January 1, 2009: I should not be up yet. Or rather, Seven-Year-Old Daughter should not be up yet. She went to sleep at 1.42am and, having turned off her light, I followed shortly after 2am. Ridiculously, she then woke up at 8.23 this morning and announced she was not tired (despite looking like a panda)/where was her breakfast/could she watch CBBCs?

On the subject of breakfast, I am treading on eggshells. I have been known to eat the first thing to come into my field of vision once in the kitchen – chocolate, SYOD’s lemon sherberts, yesterday’s left-overs – but I fancy one of my yet-to-be-set-in-stone resolutions may have something to do with my eating habits. So I plumped for glutinous porridge. Perhaps I’m making it wrong.

I’d better give my resolutions some serious thought today or I’ll have to eat more of the stuff tomorrow.

Last night, incidentally, was spent at Frank and Clare’s. They are excellent hosts. Frank’s chocolate mousse is deadly. I’ve cleaned my teeth twice this morning but I can still taste it – he’d added chilli powder this year, he said, to give it more pep.
Anyway, somewhere between the fifth and seventh bottle of wine, The Usual Suspects discussed the TRSNYRC rules. I’m not sure I can quite remember them all – these may need to be amended somewhat – but I think they ran something like this:

THE RULES (ISH):
* You can choose to make as many resolutions as you like.
* You can keep them secret (for the first two months) if you choose.
* Each resolution must be in some way measurable.
* ‘Stop doing’ resolutions – like “I will stop smoking” – are banned, however commendable. These are ‘start doing’ resolutions only.
* You can, of course, give up any time (The Boss - as in The Wife - I have a feeling, may have given up already).
* You must keep some sort of record of what you attempt/achieve.
* TRSNYRC will convene every few months to celebrate achievements or commiserate with the fallen, with an outrageously alcoholic, chocolate-moussed final meeting sometime in late December 2009.

SYOD wants to go swimming. Head Sloth wants to go back to bed and join TB.