is banging on the door which is hard to deal with because I have just called a taxi for 2005. That was tricky too because the amount of baggage he had was incredible! Boxes of memories, crates of bitter pills and huge suitcases full of photographs, diaries full of birthdays, deathdays, sick days and holidays. It was a wonder he could leave at all. Strange because I know that when he has finally left, I will still think he is around. The first two weeks of the New Year are highlighted by writing the wrong date in every form I have to fill in. Now that cheque books aren't used so much it isn't quite so bad.. Oh the initialling I had to do to change the year every time... (I do hope someone else knows what I am talking about.!)
One of the most exciting things about expecting a new guest, of course, is the hope that one won't make the same mistakes. I wanted to do so many things while 2005 was here and I only got a few of them done. I did give up smoking which was the major one, but my efforts with entertaining and extending the hand of hospitality to friends didn't work. Maybe they will with 2006. We shall have to see....
The table is laid, the bed made up with fresh towels and breakfast is in the fridge for tomorrow. Now I just need to wait for the doorbell to go and lock the back door after 2005... Ahhh...is that him now?