Monday, December 31, 2012
December 31. Day 366. Happy New Year
As a much younger woman I would always buy into the hype, get all dolled up and go out and par-tay.
Inevitably this would lead to too much alcohol-induced "fun" and I can remember (well sort of) many a year walking home at dawn, minus the shoes, sobbing about what a complete failure I had been during the past year.
When I finally awoke with a pounding head, cocky cage mouth and most of the gin out of my system I would wonder what on earth all that was about.
These days it is a much more sedate affair and far more enjoyable. There may well be a glass of champagne and a swim. There will be the annual board game tournament with family, sparklers, party poppers and I may even see the clock tick over at midnight. If the moment takes me I will walk up the hill to see the South Bank fireworks. Or not. I will let my hair down, a little just like my niece Cleo did this afternoon. And I know something for sure it will be much happier and tomorrow I will feel much better for it.