I’ve done the ironing which has been lying for some considerable time (bedding is always a nightmare). I’ve tidied the study and put away all the things that came back from church during the big tidy there. I’ve hoovered around. The washing machine and dishwasher have done their stuff in a noisy manner. All because Granny said that you had to have a tidy house when the New Year came in.
I must confess that I don’t get too excited about New Year these days. Gone are the days of trekking to The Tron and sitting on a bus shelter counting down the seconds to midnight then snogging anyone that passed on the way home. Gone are the days of squeezing into overpacked pubs, of booking a taxi in August to take you to a party in far flung places just because they have a balcony where you get a really good view of the fireworks. Gone are the days of sitting with my year’s worthof journals to reflect on the year past for the Blog has taken place of the journals. No, those days are long gone.
Last night saw me struggling to keep my eyes open until midnight so I could phone my sister to wish her Happy Birthday. Quick call from Son #2 who sounded very happy, and a text to Son #1 who is AWOL as ever. Not even a dry sherry passed my lips before I scampered off to bed with my book.
And now I’m off to celebrate a certain Someone’s circumcision. Happy New Year folks.