New Year's Eve 1993: fancy dress party in the local pub
I missed it! I missed the change from the old into the new. I never heard the fireworks sound in 2010. I didn't have a glass of champagne to celebrate. And the reason?
Over the last two days I have been feeling a bit under the weather. A headache that had taken up residence in my head despite several attempts to flush him out with aspirins. Normally I visit friends of mine on New Year's Eve Eve (December 30th if you don't want to do the maths), because their eldest daughter and my sugardaughter V celebrates her birthday on December 31st. I was glad I didn't go this year, because I was nearly looking cross-eyed! And I cannot look cross-eyed!!
Yesterday I did make it to the shops, my sister wanted proper knitting needles instead of those awful British ones which are waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too short to knit with properly. I wanted leggings so I wouldn't freeze in my uniform and I wanted to get home again, because it was cold and I had a headache!
Fortunately the headache finally decided to leave after getting attacked by yet more aspirins: enough was enough. I then watched 'A Carol Christmas', yet another take on the classic tale by Charlie D. And I have to admit, it was a good version. After that I zapped a bit, saw Minnellium by the Dinnerladies (Victoria Wood is just brilliant!), caught a film and had some nibbles. But at a quarter past eleven, I had had enough. So, I went to bed!
2010 has started...