2021... about bloody time!
Why...
I shall stay up till midnight this New Year’s Eve?
Like guests who have overstayed their welcome and I shed crocodile tears as I wave a relieved good bye, I shall bid an un-fond farewell to 2020. Indeed, I shall stay up to make sure we do go into January 1st 2021 rather than have Groundhog Day and get stuck on 31 December 2020.
There is no need to dwell on the all the obvious reasons of why I shall be ecstatic to say Adieu to 2020; US elections, riots, Brexit and COVID.
Here are a few less known things that have expired and I am saying goodbye to in 2021.
My Tabasco sauce of five years,
My Lea & Perrins of ten years ago and
Any Twinkie cakes buried in the cupboard and bought when my Kindergarten teacher was born must also now go the the giant dustbin in the sky.
I know that within a month of every electrical guarantee expiring, the gadgets will all go phut... unless I paid money for an extension on the guarantee. The equipment will duly give up the ghost the next day after expiry of the longer warranty.
Unbelievably, beer only lasts four months from bottling. Whoever has kept beer that long anyway?
