Working Mum: Plenty of horseplay again in the year to come - predictably
COMMENTBy Tabitha Ronson
My friend has flown out to celebrate Chinese New Year in Hong Kong.
It's become a regular fixture on her social calendar along with jetting over to Italy the following month for Carnevale di Venezia (she lives the life of which I can only dream).
She has become obsessive about travelling to Hong Kong to celebrate the Lunar New Year, convinced if she doesn't her good fortune will change.
As is her ritual, tomorrow she will take the MTR to Tai Wo Station in the New Territories and pick up a cab from there to shuttle her to the village of Lam Tsuen, with its famous two Wishing Trees. Here, she will write her wishes for the coming year on pieces of joss paper and tie them to the branches of the trees.
She has been making the same journey for almost 15 years, totally convinced the Wishing Trees make her dreams come true.
My friend is a highly successful businesswoman in the City, with all the trappings that comes with success. In business, she is hard-nosed and cynical.
However, seemingly at odds with her business persona, she regularly consults with clairvoyants, psychics, Feng Shui practitioners and Reiki masters and, along with her daily digest from the FT, she devours her horoscope from the likes of Jonathan Cainer et al.
It has got to the point in her life where she will not make a decision until she has consulted one or other of her "spiritual counsellors" or taken herself off to a retreat in Thailand to meditate on the issue.
Oh the luxury of being a singleton sans children. Not for her the in-the-moment life, the on-the-spot decision making, that comes with being a parent.
It's the Chinese Year of the Wood Horse. I don't need to go to Hong Kong or consult with any soothsayer to know that for me it's going to be filled with times of worry, moments of tears - both of joy and sadness - and lots of laughter, the majority of which will be courtesy of Master A.
Working Mum, wishing all readers Kung Hei Fat Choy.