(inspired by a dream I had on the night of..you guessed it…2 January)
I don’t know what date you guys are, but I’m the 2nd of Jan and I’m here to tell ya that it ain’t much of a hoot and giggle.  It doesn’t matter what kind of strings I pull with Mr Weather….I can put on the most magnificent of sunshiny, calm, clear-skied, warm-but-not-too-hot days but it makes no difference.  No-one remembers January two.  My next door daybour, 1 Jan, got all the luck. The day that’s a brand new start.  A clean and shiny day, that although tinged with a little NYE remorse for many, promises the beginnings of things looking better, brighter, fresher. Resolutions as yet unbroken, warm and hazy memories of the night before, anticipation, excitement that the year ahead will be somehow different.

The day after the first day of the year is like being the ring bearer, the silver medallist, the brown crayon.  Anyone wanna swap?