Yesterday my bedtime reading was part of North Country Cache
by Joan Young (referred to in this previous post), in which she spent New Year’s Eve camping and hiking the North
Country National Trail in sub-zero conditions. It made me think of the recent 2014
New Year’s Eve, which I spent hunkering down on a cosy sofa with my daughter, granddaughter
and two dogs. We watched the start of Jules Holland, but switched over to the
BBC to watch a bit of Queen and the countdown and fireworks. We all agreed that
we were in a much better place than the hordes of people who had paid over
their £10 for a ringside place standing up in the cold for hours.
Then I realised that my granddaughter didn’t know how to
sing Auld Lang Syne, or what to do with her hands and arms. So a lesson ensued
and we ended up doing our own threesome version with two sitting side by
side and the small person standing in front of us. The dogs were goggle eyed.
They must have thought we’d gone bananas.
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