In
January, I told you about my New Year's resolution to join Twitter, and also
imparted news of my battle of the wounded knee in Waitrose (since recovered).
In
February, we saw the terrible flooding on Gainsborough Road and I asked when would
it ever stop raining. I also informed you
about a pork pie fight at a wedding.
In
March we had the Lego Movie - was it a work of genius with deeper meaning or a
blatant advertising exercise? I also
admitted that I could no longer do my daughter's Maths homework - she was ten
at the time.
My
column appeared for the first time in print in April, and I talked about the
missing Malaysia Airlines plane and receiving bad news by text message. We also had Chris Martin and Gwyneth
Paltrow's Conscious Uncoupling, which sounded to me like manoeuvring a caravan.
In
May I told you about partaking in the fabulous Stilton Run to raise money for
the Air Ambulance, and in June the Parental Olympics, where I won a medal for
my javelin throwing skills.
I
wrote about Brookfield in July, and also discussed that you're only as old as
you feel.
In
August Great British Bake Off started - I worried about Mary Berry's teeth on
the sturdier baked goods she taste tests, and mused if Paul Hollywood's eyes
were real. I also predicted the winner,
Nancy.
September
saw a vacuum cleaner buying frenzy in which I had no intention of partaking,
and in October we had the arrival of Chalky Jnr (renamed Snowy) on the
Brookfield scene.
In
November, I imparted the worrying news about a global chocolate crisis and
admitted to an addiction to Lebkuchen, and in December shared the good news
about Brookfield and how we now need to get protected status for it.
I
wonder what 2015 will bring?
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