I don’t know if you have had this, but I always come up against it when I’m telling a story is this damned difficult problem of where to begin?
So it was this morning, when in a sleepy dull state called ‘The 1st of January stooper’ I find myself. I was in desperate need for what Bertie Wooster would described as: The Broken Compass, the Sewing Machine, the Comet, the Atomic, the Cement Mixer, and the Gremlin Boogie… in other words a snifter of sorts, you know the old hair of the dog. Anyway, all I could find at the Beach house was a cuppa and some apple juice, that had to do. If you are interested in a more active ingredient suggestion then I suggest the following below:
The Corpse Reviver
- Absinthe, to rinse
- 3/4 ounce London dry gin
- 3/4 ounce Lillet blanc
- 3/4 ounce orange liqueur
- 3/4 ounce lemon juice, freshly squeezed
Anyway where was I? Ah yes, I woke in this new year’s morning to the sound of the sea lapping the pebbled beach and seagulls happily waking the befuddled residents of Beach park, Lancing. As my laptop screen started to become clearer and my head cleared I typed on defiantly.
If 2023 brings us anything this year it will come as a result of making plans and being proactive, don’t you think? not fearing the year/week/day or moment. What the new year will bring to us will depend an awfully great deal on what we bring to the new year.
There it is I said it. Now how to sign off?… hmm… Ah yes, so that was that, the year is up and we close the page on 2022 and begin the first blank page of 2023. Today is the first blank page of a new 365 book, which we get to write.
Hearty 2023 handshakes from me to you
Sea's The Day 