January 1st, 2017

I had high hopes to start the year utterly on a healthy note but when your daughter asks if you will make her truffles and has those puppy dog eyes perfected, what can you do.  And damn, they were good truffles.

After the hideous year we've just been through, I think truffles on the start of a new year is okay.  And besides, I had only two shots of coffee this morning and no alcohol this evening, loads of water and fruit to boot so I have started with good intentions after all.

I also threw a dye in my hair to hide the greys, of which I developed quite a few this last year, and thought it might give me a different kind of boost that I so desperately need.  Let's face it, 2016 was a right dog of a year and there is only one way to go next and that is up.

Possibly a bit sideways at first, but ultimately up.