I do not make resolutions for the new year. A lifetime of making and failing has left me sticking 2 fingers up to the whole concept.
Instead, this year, I have decided to change my routine a little. Instead of talking about it, I have actually been doing it.
One of the things has been to make tea, upon a weekend, with our new/old whistling kettle. And it is a glorious thing.
There is something very rushed about tea making in the week, and I like to take my weekend mornings a little slower than the average bear.
My tea of choice for the weekend is Earl Grey.
Sometimes the leaves are already spherically bagged, sometimes they are free to roam around the tea pot.
I always use my 1930's thrifted mugs. Usually the only one that came with a saucer. Still, for £1 each - I am not a whinging.
Once the whistler has whistled, the jigging contents is poured into the pot and left to work it's magic.
This little ritual, albeit incredibly simple, starts my weekend mornings.
There is something about the whistle and the Early Grey that my brain has quickly associated with time that belongs to me and not the man.
Have you had any new years revelations?