Happy New Year to everyone!
I am sure you all reflect on the past at this time of year. I was thinking about how we used to celebrate the New Year and what great times we had. Now we don't even go outside, we do not even bother to wait for midnight.
I cannot recall how many times I have stood outside on a cold December night, waiting for the chimes, a basket over my arm that carried a cob of coal, a slice of bread and something to drink. On those chimes I would ring the bell and be let in, falling into the arms of friends and family and singing Auld Lang Syne. Latterly there has just been John and I, plus in the recent past, our lovely dog Nell and our pussy cat Foggie. Unfortunately both well loved animals are now in the land of "plenty of bones" and "lots of mice to chase." But I always think of them at New Year.
How our celebrations have changed. My Scottish Granny will be revolving in her grave at this sacrilege, for of course when she was with us, we had to celebrate Scottish style. That meant cleaning the house from top to toe on New Year's Even, all washing had to be done, ironing finished, and clothes put away. The house had to be spick and span ready for the celebrations. I still try to do that a little and I endeavour not to have any dirty laundry in the basket, failed this year, but only by a tea towel and unmentionables.
Ah well, it must be an age thing - we are no longer "party people" we are leading a quiet life but oh it was such fun. Often for me the happiest day of the year - all the family together, Grandpa singing his old first world war songs, even my shy dad giving a song.
Anyway, whatever you do this year, or wherever you go, do make the best of it.