Tuesday, January 7, 2014
I have to admit that the moment New Year's Day dawns, however, all Christmas cheer is banished back to the battered carrier bags in the shed for another 11 months. Why does it take twice as long to undress the tree as it does to deck it?
And so to 2014 and new opportunities. All of a sudden work is looking rather inviting in a month that is usually morgue like. January is all about the yachting industry and EastEnders. It's not often you see those words in the same sentence, unless you count Sid Owen quaffing Champagne on board a floating gin palace at last year's Cannes Film Festival.
Getting back into work mode is always helped by the girls going back to school. No more lie-ins til noon, unmade beds for days on end and a fridge which is permanently grazed upon and perpetually empty apart from the oddments of cheese wrapped in foil left over from Christmas.
We managed to get a few things done over the Christmas period, including sorting out both our office spaces and stocking up on Chianti, Prosecco, parmesan and taleggio on a day trip to Bordighera last week. What an amazing little gem, just over an hour's drive from here. As you cross into northern Italy from the beautiful last stretch of Cote d'Azur, the landscape becomes slightly more industrial and agricultural, with row upon row of greenhouses dotted across the hills just back from the coast.
Ventimiglia is the first stop, although not for me since the time Norma and I got towed away on market day and spent five hours in 40 plus degrees of summer heat and €400 getting our cars out of the pound. Usually we carry right on past Ventimiglia, flicking our own V sign as we pass, and stop at San Remo instead.