It didn't take long to set. A few spoonfuls in and it was thick and leathery, with all the taste of rainwater. Mmm. Flavour and texture. Look out, Gordon Ramsay.
The decorations are still up; the Engineering Tree looks particularly ridiculous without viewing it through the rose-tinted spectacles of Advent. Tinsel lines some of the partitions, looking more tacky than festive now, in the cold light of January.
I think I need to be more positive.
It's the Top of the Year after all and a world of possibility lies ahead. For the first time in a long time, I woke up early and didn't fly into work like a scruffy tornado.
Plus there is an inkling of hope in the air: hope of change, hope of something different and new, and that's a good thing.
It's probably there to remind me that I have a choice - either to mope about things I can't change, or to get on with things I can. Only one of those options makes the world a better place, even if you have to smash through walls of disappointment and resignation to get there.
But you already know this. After all, I wonder, given the choice, what would you rather read about me doing?
It's a balance though isn't it, wobbling about here at the Top of the Year. I'd like to be very real too. For example, I don't like it when you ask someone how they are and they tell you they're 'blessed'; it feels like code from someone who doesn't trust you enough to be honest with you.
However, I do also see that speaking positively is always the best choice. I should do more of that.
So... look at this lovely porridge...
Oh would you believe, by the way, that Gordon Ramsay actually does have a porridge recipe? I looked it up. It's got hazelnuts, raisins, almonds... and a pear in it. See, there's a guy who knows how to keep it real.
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