Having failed to blog about all sorts things I got up to last year that I'd really wanted to write about, I have an enthusiastically half-written "where did 2011 go?" sort of a blog post in my drafts. However, with February already on the scene my nostalgic musings about 2011 suddenly appear a little - like whichever Apple product it was that you got for Christmas - out of date.
It seems that the dust caused by last year screeching to an almighty halt four weeks ago had barely settled before February turned up, all trumpets and fanfares, pointing sternly at my new psychology textbook whilst blowing raspberries in my face. I just don't know where January went. Well I do: it was spent swimming frantically up and down a chlorinated lane full of old men in baggy swimming trunks, working hard, reading hard, mending things, creating heavenly vegetarian feasts in the kitchen, admiring newly upholstered chairs, hanging out with friends, hanging out with family, meeting my new tandem partner (also called Frau Dietz: brilliant) and trying to fill in a fifteen-page employment form. It's just, well, rather like the twelve months that vanished before it, I don't feel like I have anything to show for it. Having said that, I'm currently tucking into my brand new psychology course book and every time my eyes pass over the words "computer model" and "statistic" I'm aware of another small cluster of my brain cells popping like bubble wrap... so if nothing else, I'll have a few more wrinkles to as proof of my diligence by the time this month comes to a close.
It's a shame about the 2011 review blogpost really, because it included some lovely photos of beaches with white sands and twinkling lagoons; a picture of a nice plump apple strudel; and a video of 30,000 (give or take) Mainz 05 fans singing You'll Never Walk Alone which would raise the hairs on the backs of the necks of even the most unemotional and disinterested sports' fan. And the hackles of any single Liverpool fan, come to think of it. Or Celtic fan, for that matter. Anyhow, given that it's -11 here today I think I'll share a couple of photos of idyllic Cretian beaches anyway. Close your eyes, block out the frostbite and soldier on, folks: it'll be springtime before we know it.
|Elafonisi beach, southwestern Crete|
|Sweetwater beach: our brief resting spot during an adventurous 36-hour cashpoint-finding challenge.|