2016 , Its been a hell of a year. The Goblin King and Professor Snape died, Leo finally won his Oscar, Iran ended diplomatic relations with Saudi Arabia and the World Health Organisation announced the Zika outbreak. Then Terry Wogan died and it was still only January. The world reeled from one terrorist attack after another, car bombs in Iraq, nail bombs in Brussels, school children being killed in Pakistan, clubbers shot to death in a Orlando nightclub and hundreds injured and killed in the airport shooting in Istanbul. A man drove a lorry in to people in Nice. And Syria. There aren’t really any words for Syria.
Voters in Britain lost the plot and voted to leave the EU, America determined to out do the Brits elected a walking cheeto as their next president. Putin tightened his grip on Eastern Europe, nobody did anything about it.
But it wasn’t all bad. The Queen turned 90, Giant Pandas were taken off the endangered list, The Gilmore Girls came back to NetFlix. Volunteers in India planted 50 million trees in 24 hours. Pokemon Go. Sea World agreed to stop breeding captive killer whales.
I learned to crochet, started my creative writing course and started writing a children’s book for my daughter.
I know lots of people are desperate for this year to be over, so I’ll put down my crochet for a minute and raise a glass to surviving 2016 and here’s to a better 2017.
On a related note hubby asked what type of fizz I wanted, the little man laughed and said “Mama only drinks Champagne Daddy”. My Children know me.