It’s that most wonderful time of the year
Oh, I’m late. Christmas has been and gone. Actually I like Christmas. Even though this years festivities were hampered by infantile insomnia, universal man-flu and doggy incontinence we had a great time. Helen and Sally have spent the last week fighting over the inflatable pink throne given to Helen by my aunt and I have spent as much time as possible in bed reading my kindle. I take it all back. I can finally read in bed without Allan grumping at me. All hail technology.
But New Year…………that is quite a different kettle of fish. I’ve never really got New Year, or Hogmanay as we Scots prefer. I remember getting all excited the first year we were allowed to stay up for the bells. My feelings of anticipation grew and grew, the adults around us grew more and more merry and then…………..Bam! Dong, dong, dong, dong, etc etc a few kisses and off we went to bed. Compared to Christmas it’s a bit of an anticlimax. They really shouldn’t be so close together. Who thought that one up? Oh I know lets have a really amazing festival with loads of presents and a bearded man who is flown round the world in a giant sleigh pulled by flying reindeer. Then a week later we’ll get everyone to stay up til midnight, drink too much and sing the first verse of Auld Lang Syne. Great – I know which holiday I’d go for.
I’ve had a few memorable New Years. Probably in the brief period where I was a) old enough to drink b) not old enough to be working and c)didn’t have children. The last couple of years we have spent with mutually afflicted friends where we have taken it in turns to be pregnant so one of us can be smug about the hangovers of the rest of the group the next morning. This year even they have forsaken us and we are facing the very real prospect of seeing the bells in on our own.
I know, I am do feel a bit sorry for myself. We finished the last in the series of True Blood last night and unless Allan has been on the roof fixing the Sky Dish whilst simultaneously looking after two children and finding the ducks who flew away yesterday we will have to resort to watching one of Helen’s DVDs. Oh……you thought I felt sorry for myself because I have to stay in on New Years Eve? No way man. I may have seen Toy story seven times already this year but given the option of a rerun of Buzz and Woody’s adventure or a night of enforced festivities whilst I discreetly try to pretend that I don’t have pneumonia followed by a day of hangover, sleep deprivation and childcare I opt for animated fun all the way. Also I had to switch off Monsters Inc half way through yesterday as it was too scary for Helen so I still need to find out how that bad boy ends.
So whatever you’re doing tonight I wish you well – anyone who wants to watch Toy Story is welcome to come round but a word of warning – we’ll be tucked up in bed with my Kindle by 11:30pm.