New Year's Eve, not my favourite night of the year. It's always such an anti-climax, or worse. This time last year I was preparing to go off to Argentina (most likely), this year I'm not going anywhere but who knows what the future holds? Live each day as it comes to you I say.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never thought upon,
The flames of love extinguished,
And freely past and gone?
Is thy kind heart now grown so cold
In that loving breast of thine,
That thou canst never once reflect
On old-lang-syne?
-- Sir Robert Ayton (1570-1638)
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More!? OK then, but I can't help feeling that this will be a disappointment to you.
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happy new year! Last year we were in Belfast, and this year we’re likely staying home. We had hockey tickets for tonight but we’re in the middle of a snowstorm….
Happy New Year and happy Birthday Trish! We appear to be in the middle of a storm too, but no snow - just lot’s and lot’s of rain, wind and coldness.
I’ve never liked New Year’s Eve either, save for the fact that it’s an excuse to get drunk in the middle of the week.
Happy New Year, Stephen.