New Year

Bloody Hell, is it really New Years Eve? Maybe I’m getting old, but it really doesn’t feel like it, does it?

And chuff, that means I’m back at work in two days time as well. (Along with the rest of the world, I know, I know)

Anyway, New Year is another of those things that we don’t really do much for here. Partly it’s because we’re both fairly anti-social, and for me I just don’t see the fun in being in a pub or club with a bundle of other people just to celebrate midnight. Again, maybe I’m getting old, but New Year is just something else I’m not into. Ah well.

The other excuse, though, is a far better one – Hound. Of course, we don’t yet know what the firework situation is going to be like in the new place, but last year we had fireworks from about 6pm through ’til 2am, which meant a very stressed Hound by the end of it. And as this property is rented, well, it’s probably better that we stay in, and she can sit at our feet, or under the bed, while we just get on with it.

Other than that, though, Happy New Year, and all that toss.