We only said so little over the festive period because we couldn't find the microphone.
I still have floor on me.
We
are not bounding into this year fresh. We are stumbling over the line,
bow-legged, with relief maps on our faces from fifteen-year-old carpet.
We slept much on our bellies as the sun rose. We used crushed tin and
glass as pillows and went to buy bacon and mushrooms without our
trousers on, wondering why the earringed women would scream so loud when
we so obviously had a headache and were not ready for the onslaught of
the sane.
Today our mouths smell like bin water and our bones
are bending to weeks of these same jumpers and trousers. If we go
outside, we risk being picked up by the wind and flung over a hedge.
We
won't admit this to ourselves, though. We are fresh, aren't we? We are
raring to go! What a break that was! A little break, slap bang in the
middle of all momentum, and now we have the pleasure of starting that
momentum, from scratch, all over again! Push, boys! Push! If we can't
get the engine going, we'll at least hurt ourselves beyond repair,
giving us ever more reason to stay in bed and polish our ornaments.
What
are you dreaming of for the next year? You should dream, if you're not.
Maybe you're finishing a course or something, and you're dreaming of
getting top marks? Very good. What a nice dream. Maybe you're dreaming
of going traveling, and have been looking at booking something over the
last few days? Another nice dream.
Go do it all, you crazy kids.
Maybe you're just dreaming of something in your life getting better?
Keep going, then!
Just don't worry about it, if you dare do that.
What are we dreaming of?
Well,
James is missing. We've already got contracts for various things coming
out of our ears, and a package all tied up now, I think, for something
else. As usual I've been more the card-writer than the florist, so we'll
see how all that turns out.
So I guess we're dreaming that we can keep making people happy.
Isn't that nice?
I bet you didn't expect that from me.
So nice and heartfelt.
You can trust us.
Just keep dreaming.
Tim
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