There are times when writing is such a chore for me. I don’t know why. It just seems to be so much effort. Maybe that is incorrect. The idea of writing is such a chore to me. Then somehow the words fall on to the page and they all make sense. Well at least to me they do. God help anyone else trying to make sense of my ramblings. I suppose I should start this blog off by wishing the kindly folk of JU a very Happy New Year. Slightly belated but the thought is there anyway. Hopefully this will be a good year for all of us. For once I have no idea what this blog is going to be about. I guess just a general catch up will be sufficient for now.

Christmas was good. I think finally I am growing up a little. All the little things that used to get me about Christmas finally melted away this year, and for once I enjoyed Christmas for what it was, a chance to appreciate those that I love. Does that sound super cheesy? Ahh well that’s just how it is. I think it also helps your perspective to have a crazy three year old running around the place. Even if she is terrified of Father Christmas. Kids allow you to see the good in things. Something you sometimes miss as an adult, unfortunately.

My lovely niece is none to fond of Santa. I can see where she is coming from. To a three year old I can imagine at times he can be somewhat intimidating. This year Maddy took this fear one step further, asking if it was possible to cut out Santa completely, and we could all just go to the shops to buy each other presents. That kid is years ahead of herself, I tell ya!

My sister took Maddy to Church on Christmas Eve, as she does every year. Father Mac was giving a little speech, regarding how the Children that were there that evening would DEFINITELY receive gifts from Santa. Maddy only heard the first part of the word DEFINITELY and mistook it for the word ‘DEAD’, she thought she was being informed Santa was dead. Something she then shouted out in front of everyone, in a worryingly pleased voice. Kids, you just have to love them.

I sometimes have a look at JU late at night is my favourite time. When I am battling insomnia and the voices in my head (only joking, my own doesn’t count…..right?) I like to read peoples blogs and catch up with things. As I was doing this a few days ago, I stumbled upon my front page, and saw the date I actually started writing my ‘lil blog. It will be three years in April. How amazing is that? I know there are a lot of you who have been around a lot longer, but for me that is a milestone. I hardly ever stick at anything, especially things online. Somehow JU has a pull for me. I don’t know what it is, but I like it. I guess in regards to my writing at least, JU is where I call home.