So, 1st January 2016 came. I woke up feeling positively mediocre, which - based on the incredible party we went to the night before - was way beyond expectations.
At around 2pm, I battled the urge to crawl under the duvet and won; instead undertaking a protracted plod around Clapham Common.
Then, on January 2nd, I woke up feeling slightly perplexed to be facing the day without some very expected things:
- the ubiquitous NYNY (New Year, New You) list;
- a slightly manic feeling that I needed to get cracking on everything on said list simultaneously;
- a single utterance of the word ‘resolution’.