Happy New Year

New Years day is a day to look back and look forward. Not at the same time obviously. Looking back while moving forward could also be dangerous………. better have a drink!
2015 was a year of mixed emotions. Lovely holidays and time spent with good friends and with my brilliant family. Juergen Klopp. The loss of loved ones, worrying diagnoses and some dreadful happenings around the world. 2015 also brought its share of, as we like to call them on Merseyside, daft gets and arseholes. All in all, I suppose it was a pretty normal year. 2015 was, of course, the year I started a blog and actually continued with it past the third post. It was the year of the Paris attacks. It was the year Brendan Rogers told me, for the last time, that my football team were ‘outstanding’, despite what I had just seen. It was the year our stewarding team at church actually became a team and pulled together and supported one another. A year when work hit and then exceded (just) targets. And I’m sure I could list loads of other things that happened.
And so we move forward into 2016. 20 weeks today we will be starting our Camino from Logrono (we think). 360miles ish. On January 3rd we will be lunching with my 2 sons and their wives at Northcote Manor in what may just become a tradition. Grandson Nick won’t be joining us this year as he is skiing with school, which is a shame. New, higher targets will be set for work ( I expect). As for the rest, well, we just don’t know what the future holds and for that, I thank God. The last thing I need at this stage of the year, is a list of stuff to worry about or anticipate. The thing I do have is hope. I hope we finish our Camino. I hope the staff at Northcote don’t burn the roasties. I hope the good friends and brilliant family remain so and that the daft gets cast off their daft getdom (only got a small amount of hope for that last one). I hope Herr Klopp does the business at Anfield. I really, really hope we get to live in a more peaceful world than of late and that our politicians can think creatively about actions which might solve some of the world’s problems rather than just reduce them to rubble.
Happy New Year to all and thanks for reading the blog. Please feel free to comment, criticise or slag off as you feel appropriate

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