She who must be obeyed was in a quizzical mood this morning.
What do you hope for in the new year?
To be alive by the end of it. And to spend the year with you of course (excellent additional answer I thought). Oh, and to get this evening over with.
It’s a long time since I drank a crate of Newcastle Brown Ale and regurgitated the lot over my parent’s favourite sofa. It’s almost as long since I got drunk (Newcastle Brown again) and told my mother’s best friend I was in love with her before throwing up over her hair. Happy days.
Bugger all that nonsense nowadays. A glass of wine and an early night would suit me; but of course the world outside has other plans. A band at a local hotel is already murdering “Still got the blues”; “Zombie” can’t be far behind. Volumes will increase towards and beyond midnight; making sleep impossible for those of us who see no meaning in celebrating the passing of a number.
My beloved is still at work and will not be back until late; and she has to be at work again tomorrow. So there is some salmon and a bottle of something cold in the fridge. We will watch an hour or so of nonsense before catching a glimpse of the midnight fireworks while toasting the return of normality tomorrow.
But for those of you who like to celebrate this sort of thing, we wish you a good evening and a most excellent new year, even if all the signs are that the world is on the verge of economic collapse.
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2012-01-02| genuinej saysBetter to be alive AT the end of it. Only one parent? Or should that be parents’ favourite sofa?
2012-01-02| Spike saysThank you for highlighting the problem of my broken family which I have always tried to keep to myself; but let slip by a simple act of punctuation.