01 January 2012
and a happy new year to you too
We stayed in and enjoyed an evening by the fire. The clock was broken years ago when my son, intrigued, decided to see what happened if you opened the window and twisted the hands. One fell off and we've had trouble telling the time ever since. Thank goodness for Apple. Just before midnight we poured the whiskies, turned on the telly, and watched the fireworks with no sound because we could hear the enormous bangs resounding all the way across London, mingled in with local fireworks. As soon as they died down we could hear sirens. It is London after all. The candles and the tree in the front window lit the way, the door was open to welcome in the New Year and my brother first footed with a glass of champagne in his hand. We raised a glass and ignored the fierce eyebrows in the background.
Wishing you a happy, healthy and hope-filled 2012.