|Looking back on 2012.|
Will this rain ever stop? It’s driving me mad. The chickens’ look pathetic. All bedraggled and wet, the children are driving me crazy with being indoors for what seems like days on end and I’ve still so much to do in the garden. There are at least another 600 tulip bulbs to go in as well as a whole load of David Austin roses that are currently sitting on buckets in the outhouse.
Of course I am now analysing what I achieved in 2012. I think the highlight of the year was being able to bring the story of the Ndali Fairtrade Vanilla story to BBC Radio Four Food Programme. I felt that I managed to communicate the importance of what fair-trade actually means to real people. The trip opened my eyes to the world around me and I came back changed. We've also converted the potting sheds this year and my husband is now working from home. It's something we'd been dreaming about for years and he loves it. He sees more of the children and is far more relaxed that he used to be. We set up a regular pop up bakery early in the year and now I teach a course on it. So I guess it has been a good year in all.
I’m now wondering what to do with the rest of the holiday? If anyone follows me on twitter then they may remember that we were all really poorly over Christmas and I know it sounds churlish .. but I really resent that we were so poorly. I recovered enough to cook Christmas lunch and to be fair the whole of my family in law came. 21 of us in all. It was so good to get everyone together, but it was an endurance test for me. Now we are into the New Year and I have finally got the chance to enjoy a bit of time with my husband and children and it’s bloody raining. .. still. Perhaps a trip to Borough Market will cheer me up.
These next few weeks are the darkest for me. I struggle to keep things in perspective when there is no daylight and getting outside when I can seems the only thing to help. We've had so many members of the family really ill this past year that it's been really hard, especially when you face things that are beyond your control. So more than ever I am resolved to live life. I really don't want to end up in a nursing home one day wishing I had done more. We get one shot at life, so my take is to grab it. My Dad once said you can give in, give up or give it a go, so the first of my resolutions is to get the cookery school off the ground and get the courses booked up. I also have big plans for the front garden, including a dedicated cut flower garden, and as ever I’d like to loose some weight.
In fact so determined am I to shift the pounds I actually joined a gym. Really. I loathe and detest gyms, however this one has a swimming pool and the changing rooms don’t look as though a yeti has been attacked in them. I abhor dirty changing facilities in swimming pools and gyms. I won’t share the disgusting experience I had with you when I went swimming in the local pool. It’s enough to say that I took photos and ended up on the front page of the local rag. I think that the headline was Mothers Fury and Filthy Facilities - try not to laugh out loud as I tell you that in the photo I was asked to hold a mop angrily and the photographer actually asked me to say Grrrrr!
Well I hope the gym I just joined keeps itself clean, or I may actually take them by surprise and turn up with that mop if standards slip and I am so not joking.
I’m stopping my local BBC Radio Kitchen Garden show this month. It’s taken up about a day and a half a week for almost two years, and although I now share it with the fabulous Carmella it has taken up so many hours I am relived to be getting the time back. I shall spend this time now on me. Yes yes I know that sounds so selfish as I write it. How unlike me to think about me.. ..well actually its’ never been heard of before, but I must now consider my health and well being. It’s as though turning forty has hit my joints and my weight in a head on collision of time and neglect and I feel that I am deteriorating at an expediential rate. It’s time to do some yoga.. yawn .. and swim .. double yawn. However the real truth is that I always come out of the pool or session feeling fabulous. I have to remember that as I trudge unwillingly to ( uuurgh ) exercise.
The last of my resolutions is to up my actions on my food convictions. I do support my local food scene by shopping at the local butchers, my local greengrocers and fishmongers. I also grow much of my own vegetables and keep chickens. However I can do better. I can buy more and support my farmers markets more. It takes effort and despite ordering my basic groceries on line and making my own bread I do slip when things get pressurized. I can do better. I can plan further ahead. I can do more.
Yes I think that is my actual resolution. I can do more.
Happy healthy and peaceful New Year to you all, my blog friends.