Starting because I'm obliged

So like 2016 has officially started and that means that I have to write a blog post because if I don't I'll go against lots of blogger stereotypes and I don't want to upset fellow bloggers, although I don't really know if I can refer to myself as a proper blogger.. Probably because I'm pretty unreliable, in all aspects of life, so yeah to whom it may concern I'm very sorry x

The house is a little hectic right now, which isn't really out of the blue. But there's hurt feelings because it came to light earlier that Jack killed the Christmas tree by putting milk in it, instead of water obviously, on Christmas Eve. It came to our attention when Siobhan decided to take down the tree because it was dead and frankly "starting to smell a little". Piece of advice to all of you who still buy real Christmas trees every year: milk kills them. 

As well blogging today, I started my 2016 diary, courtesy of Ann and Des because my Mum documented 1976 and that's kinda cool or whatever. Even though back then she was 16 and I'm 18 now. 

Also, I've downloaded a blogger app, so now I can blog all the time which is great for me because I love to write loads, but probably awful for all of you that are important parts of my life because you're expected to read it all. 

Other than that I don't know. 

Massive excitement in the house tonight because Les Mis is on and Iseabail knows all the words so it's going to be great.

Right that's it. 

A happy and safe new year to all of you, hopefully it'll bring less heartbreak than 2015.

For the people that didn't make it to the new year, and the ones with hearts full of remembrance that they leave behind x