This first picture was taken just before I hit the sack last night.
The second was when I got up this morning.
Somewhere between those two times, the world got all excited and launched several megatonnes of fireworks into the air.
People threw parties and drank themselves silly and enthusiastically wished each other a fortuitous and healthy next 12 months.
Others, serenely sat and watched Jules Holland’s Hootananny, with a glass of wine.
In the Masher household, the current Mrs Masher and I, firmly shook each other by the hand and then went to bed early, thereby missing out on all the shenanigans.
We were supposed to be at a party: my dad usually throws one at his gaff and it’s generally a hoot, with plenty to eat, plenty to drink, games, dancing and loud music. It usually ends at about three in the morning, after we have conga’d our way down the street… much to the annoyance of the neighbours.
But this year it all got cancelled at the last minute as half the family have gone down with Flu / Covid type symptoms.
And I didn’t mind, really, as celebrating New Year doesn’t do much for me, anymore.
I’m obviously getting old and grumpy.
Anyway…
I think it would be overly optimistic to expect this year to be any better than last, so I’ll just wish you both a “Reasonable New Year”.
You were lucky not be be woken at midnight by fireworks! I wish you a Reasonable New Year too.
Yes, Mrs M said they were really loud, but I actually slept right through them.
RNY to you, Frances.
Happy New Year, Masher! I’m not a fan of New Year, I actually find it a bit depressing. I don’t know why. I think there’s an expectation to become something amazing the next day and, errr, no. FAIL.
Anyway, one of my dogs is terrified of fireworks so I opt for a good film whilst finishing off the Baileys /sherry/ the snow globe gin from M&S/the half-eaten chocolate orange/ all the orange centred lonely sweets left in the tin.
Blimey, no wonder I feel like shit!
RNY to you too, Jules.
We’re quite fortunate that our mutt isn’t fazed by fireworks in the slightest. I was chatting to a fellow dog owner on New Year’s Eve and her Cockapoo was very nervous of all the early flashes and bangs going on around us. It actually managed to slip it’s lead and run off!
I know all about the orange and strawberry sweets left in the tin… that’s all the kids leave.
Following a set pattern, Mrs J and I went to bed at more or less the normal time. We were accompanied by four spaniels. We were woken at midnight by a barrage worthy of the heaviest action on the Western Front in 1916. Mavis spaniel went woofly barking bonkers, she was scared shitless, poor love. I’m amazed so many people seem to have so much money to burn. Anywaty, HPNY!
Money to burn, indeed! Every year, they seem to get bigger and louder (not that I heard them this year, but I’m told that’s the case).
Keeping up with the Joneses, that’s what that is… present company excepted.