I might be a little early with this, I probably am, but yesterday I put my nose out sniffed the air and said to inner self “Its time…….” To get the jet wash out and clean up our two little patio areas, they’re not big, but boy do I adore them every pot is a pot of love and not one inch is taken for granted

So, we’re marching forward into the new year, some of us have specific resolutions others (me) just give it a broad- brush stroke to try and find as much good in the complications of life as we can.

Happy New year, I’m not going to say “Did you have a good Christmas” because the answerer will always be “Yes thank you very much did you?”

I read a headline in a newspaper I love and hate in the same sentence. It asked the question ‘Is it possible to have a greener Christmas?’ well if being ‘Green’ is about using less energy and recycling we’re probably doing that already with little room for improvement, so is there anything else we can really do?

I was half listening to BBC Breakfast News this morning, this is something apparently, we all do according to research when it comes to breakfast television.

I loved, loved, loved, opening last week’s copy of My Weekly and seeing The Mindfulness Advent Calender – what a gorgeous idea, whoever thought of it should go to the top of the Christmas class now.

Is this the year we finally put Christmas back in its box (pardon the pun) stop turning it into some unworkable, unreachable fantasy and actually enjoy it?

On Thursday I spoke to our Editor Stuart about possible topics for me to write to you about and he said, what we’re consistently hearing from My Weekly readers is their anxiety over loneliness.

I was thinking today, how good I am at polluting my head with all the things that are wrong with my life, the country, the world and not for one moment am I putting the same amount of effort into the long list of things that are good about my life, the country, the world.

Last week I met 3 people who looked like lobsters. Been on holiday? I said, ‘No’, one replied in the garden, another sitting in the park and my Stepdaughter on a beach in Cornwall.