I am definitely never going cruising.
That was after we'd been woken at about 12.30 by fireworks that appeared to be going off in our backyard. They were so loud! And why 12.30 not midnight?
I made up for it with a long lie-in. And, after a refreshing walk on Caswell with Younger Son, Nuora and GrandSon4, three more episodes of Feud, the story of the bitter rivalry between Joan Crawford and Bette Davis, and the making of Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? I was thinking about watching the BBC's adaptation of Little Women but it was my favouritest book ever when I was young and I am so afraid that the dramatisation won't live up to the book.One of these days, maybe, we will celebrate New Year's Eve again.
|Brangwyn Hall - a less likely setting for a NYE party |
it would be hard to imagine
Not that I've ever been a big fan of Hogmanay. I'd be put to bed, usually with a variety of cousins, and then we'd be brought down later for that kissing everyone malarkey, which always meant a tour of the room kissing drunk uncles. I loved the auld lang syne singing and arms crossing bit though even though it always seemed a bit sad even then.
But all that came to to an end when my great-gran died and the family never really had the same parties after that. They were parties that I hated at the time but looked back on with longing to recreate. You can never go back though.