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Emma Beddington

How was 2023 for me? Well, I’ve ranked the top 5 letdowns …

Funny Burrowing owl Athene cunicularia tilts its head outside its burrow on Marco Island, Florida
‘By the time I’m back here next year, hopefully I will be well on the way to acquiring an owl.’ Photograph: LagunaticPhoto/Getty Images

I feel a bit left out by the whole Spotify Wrapped thing, where the music streamer reveals what you have been listening to this year. I use my spouse’s “family” subscription – a (highly effective) bargaining chip to make our sons speak to us occasionally – so I don’t get the personalised rundown. Mine would only be “Peaceful Piano”, a dirge-like playlist I use to drown out men on trains holding forth on how Dan handled the deck at the year-end steering committee.

How revealing is our musical taste anyway? Mine says nothing – it’s hardly news I prefer silence to any sound – so I have been wondering if there are other rankings that might prove more revealing about our year and our states of mind. Here are some more illuminating top fives.

Phrases used when opening my emails

What fresh hell? What do they want from me? When I opened my inbox this year, I was definitely saying one of these things:

“Go away.” A solid performer in 2023 and always.

“Please leave me alone.” It’s polite, at least.

“No no no.”

A guttural noise of horrified disgust, like the one you would make if you trod on a slug with bare feet.

“I hate you.” Obviously not you. (But yes, also you if you’re in my inbox.)

People my headphones called, unprompted

Some headphone mechanism I do not understand keeps unleashing a Russian roulette of telephonic awkwardness by calling a random person in my contacts. This year’s top scorers:

“Vincent” – sorry Vincent, I have no idea who you are.

A busy and important former colleague who definitely would not remember me.

The guy who did our insulation, who probably thinks I have a crush on him.

“Ann” – could be various people, none of whom I have a casual calling relationship with.

My son’s housemate.

Repeat purchases

Boots Dual Defence nasal spray. Something about living through a global pandemic made me unkeen on sickness, weirdly, and since I heard on the radio this might work, it became my winter talisman. Am I writing this with my most wretched, debilitating cold of the last five years despite that? Yes, yes I am.

Subscription supplements: I have been paying for these hard-to-cancel nutrients for months, but unless omega-3 works by osmosis through the cupboard door, I have derived no benefit from them.

The improbably tasty vegan chocolate cake from the cafe my husband refuses to enter in case veganism is contagious (I realised I can keep any food for myself by telling him “it’s vegan”, a strategy I have abused relentlessly and intend to continue abusing).

Enviromix eco-friendly bird food, because it’s important to keep the local squirrels and rats plump and healthy sustainably.

Chicory because it’s bitter and pale, just like me.

Sources of household tension

Bins, bins, bins, bins, bins.

People on Instagram I have envied

A German dog trainer who has a pet burrowing owl.

A PR with a glittering social life and luxe wardrobe who eats amazing (free?) meals daily.

A nepo baby with three exquisite homes.

A Parisian tour guide who eats pastries 24/7.

The dog influencer I’ve envied since 2021, but now he’s moved to Japan and his canine life looks even better.

Biggest letdowns

Collagen: the skin on my face has all pooled around my neck. Where can it go next? I already look like a shar pei.

Colette, my prettiest, meanest hen. She is performatively terrified of me, brutally bullies her companions, has laid only 10 eggs this year, and she spent over six months being broody (sulking and hormonal in a box).

Every food I tried to grow except runner beans (which I don’t even like).

Keir Starmer. I’m all for mindless loyalty, but he’s not making it easy, is he?

Myself: I made a list of professional goals last January. There were only three things on it but I have achieved none of them.

Enough negativity, though, because this comprehensive review has given me fresh 2024 goals. By the time I’m back here next year, hopefully I will be well on the way to acquiring an owl. Worst case scenario, I will at least have smashed my headphones with a hammer.

• Emma Beddington is a Guardian columnist

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