25/12/25 18:41 

Tradition. A great song from Fiddler on the Roof and a strange concept in my life. It ends up becoming a discussion of whether habit is tradition, tradition is monotony or if I’m being some of superstitious. Which, in turn leads on to being labelled as a compulsive obsessive. I’ve no idea where I fall on certain tables of labels, but I do know that being a creature of habit isn’t always a bad thing. 

Take today, for instance. I was over Fairlop Waters this morning. I recorded my third annual pre-new year pre-season episode. I then went for a kebab with my uncle and my dad came along this year, too. Which may be a new family tradition, hopefully. Everyone’s getting older. But then I realised I still hadn’t written my annual Christmas blog post. Which, even though I wrote on Christmas Eve last year, has been going since 2021. 

As I write this entry, before zooming round to Nev’s, I’ve only got two entries to write up and post to the blog (this one makes three) but I’m reminded that I need to do more in order to keep going. The podcast is fine, but Instagram with my 332 followers and 308 posts isn’t getting the attention it needs. This should help push the podcast and the blog with – not including podcast entry posts – at present, 153 entries. I do need to do better. Even though I’m focusing on Maison du Flâneur, I can’t let the traditional methods slip. The old traditions mean a lot to me. Things like Daddy’s Christmas Day, tomorrow with the Boys at the Toby Carvery. McDonald’s for breakfast on New Year’s Day. Having no money for around the next 8 months. Who said it was easy? 

Anyways, I’m off now, taking my TCL NXTpaper 50 Pro Android phone with me as my iPhone 13 mini simply ran out of on-board memory. It was stopping me from taking photos and sending messages. I know what it feels like to be losing memory. And yet my left eye, once again, in a very short space of time, has a burst blood vessel. 

January sees me getting my fitness back on track with Herbalife and running. That’s a tradition that has taken a hit. No organised runs but more music in my ears and a fitter body to run with.