In the cold dark North they take Hogmanay seriously. You might think they get a bit wild up here over Christmas but you ain't seen nothing yet. The parties go on past dawn in some houses and I know which ones they are. Nothing more will happen here until January 3rd. Even the 24-hour Tesco is only open for the normal 9 am - 6 pm slot on the 2nd and closed on the 1st. They'll be stocking the shelves with aspirin even now.
The kickoff happens soon so I have to get showered and smartened up as far as possible. Don't know why. Everyone and everything will be booze-soaked and tobacco-infused by midnight and hardly anyone will be able to focus. We will also eat terrible, terrible junk food. By modern medical standards there should be no living thing here when the sun comes up.
I have much to do tomorrow, the dreaded Tidying Up is back at all levels. Like JuliaM, I have to sort out that bloglist because many have stiopped, some have moved, some stopped and came back and it's a mess. My Email inbox is groaning with all those undeleted mails I don't really need to keep.
Worst of all, I have been tagged by Timdog with the 'what does your desk look like' meme and frankly, it looks like something Al Qaeda would pass by because they'd assume it's already been blown up. It's long overdue for tidying but what will probably happen is that I'll put all the crap out of sight, take a photo and then put all the crap back. Carefully. I don't want to mess up my filing system.
None of this will start until I spring refreshed from my slumbers at the crack of dawn. Okay, until I drag my spinning head from my pit of stench at the crack of noon.
A Happy New Year to all, and don't worry about the transition from one year to the next.
Nothing's going to change.