To be perfectly honest with you, blog readers, I have absolutely no idea why I just named this post The Dalek Ate The Cookies. Reasons could include the fact that ‘Happy New Year’ is a very common theme during this season, or that I’ve never had a post entitled that. I think, perhaps, I just wanted to draw your attention without being clichéd. I don’t want you to log on and see another post just like all the other ones you’ve seen. I want to be unique!
Unfortunately, this post probably is just like all the others you’ve seen, for it’s about the New Year. 2012 already!
My New Year’s memory is from … well, ten years ago. When you take into consideration my age, it’s astonishing I can remember it at all. My memory is of my grandfather and my uncle sitting on chairs by the radiator in our kitchen, and one of them turned to the other – possibly Andrew to my grandad? – and said, “Well, well, well, 2002 already.”
In ten years, quite a lot of things have changed. Our kitchen has been reorganised and you can’t fit two chairs next to the radiator, for a start. My grandfather passed away just over a year and a half ago, which is possibly the major blockage to that memory being re-enacted.
This year, I spent New Year’s Eve with my parents. Actually, I was reading a book for about an hour before midnight – always the sociable one, me. We watched the fireworks on the BBC, as we’ve done for several years now, and I can tell you this – they were beautiful! However, I have no desire to see them up close, because when you consider the noise… TV is close enough for me, thanks!
(We then got distracted watching Lee Mack, and were up until goodness knows what time, even though we turned it off half way through.)
At twelve minutes past midnight I received the following text – “Blwyddyn yn hapus newydd”. I’m going to assume it means “Happy New Year” in Welsh; Lissie does that every year, and Christmas too. It’s a little more interesting than the traditional group message, I can tell you!
And I’ve finally decided on a name for my writing mascot, the Dalek alarm clock on my desk. So I suppose there is a dalek in this post, even if it didn’t eat the cookies (we don’t have any cookies in my house at the moment. We do have some Chocolate Digestives which are, by the way, biscuits). He’s called Igor, and he’s a dalek from the RTD era, in that he’s kind of bronze-coloured. His eye stalk falls off every now and again, but I think the superglue is holding.
I know it’s a new year when I take my pad of paper and start a fresh sheet saying BOOKS I’VE READ – 2012. So far it’s blank. I’m debating whether I can include “Thud!” which I started at 11 yesterday and have almost finished.
What do you think? Does a book you started an hour before the year count as a book you read in 2012? And what particularly signifies a new year?
(And, if applicable, do you have a writing mascot? What’s it called?)
Wishing you a very happy new year from myself and Igor the Dalek :)