Happy New Year
We didn’t spend it in New York, Paris or Rome. We didn’t fly to Edinburgh for Hogmanay. We didn’t buy fireworks, or tickets to an expensive pub that would welcome you through its doors for free any other night.
Instead we spent new year at home, with the cat, some warm sloppy camembert fresh from the oven, and a bottle of something with fizz to mark the passing of 2007 and the start of 2008.
2007 has been a pretty good year, all told, marked by the purchase of a new house at the start, and finally moving into it at the very end. It’s been a year of builders and rubble, dust and tools. Buying furniture, choosing colours, digging seeds into the vegetable plot and eating the produce.
I became an uncle a third of the way through and, for the first time in about the last 15 years, went no further than Paris in the whole 12 months, yet still had the best holiday I can remember.
I don’t know what 2008 holds in store. I have no plans beyond settling into the house, working some more on the plot and enjoying whatever comes along.
Let’s see what happens… just as soon as I’m over this cold.
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