I remember my Mother speaking of someone as an allotment man. She wasn't talking about vegetable gardening. She meant that there was a lot meant - but not a lot done. And 2017 has been an allotment year for me.
The trouble is that life has got in the way. This woman proposes but God disposes (to misquote Thomas a Kempis). There has been a lot of work done on the house because the house needed a lot of work to be done. Changes have been made in the garden.
And Jack hasn't been because he's still got a gammy knee! I'm not going to list all the changes in the house and garden because I'm teasing Jack by not letting him know. I've managed to find a good gardener/handyman but Jack is also my friend.
My car is assessed to be beyond economic repair through no fault of my own. I have to find some extra money to buy a new car. And the nearest suitably adapted second hand car that I have been able to find is nearly a hundred miles away.
I've decluttered quite a bit, but there's still a long way to go.
I've managed to track all my expenditure for most of the year (quite an achievement for me) so I hope I can make better financial decisions next year.
I've increased my daily step count but only very slightly and I've been swimming a few times.
I've struggled to think of many achievements. Truly an allotment year.