New Year’s Eve
For weeks now, I’ve been excited (slight exaggeration) for plan’s for celebrating New Year’s Eve. Again, likely months ago now. Requests and offers of people coming to me, all politely declined.
For the ten years I worked in clubs in my 20’s, meant every New Year’s Eve was out at a club I was working at.
Sure, all my friends were there and it was like a huge friendly party with great music. But I still had to work.
These days, I don’t often go out in the evenings, if I do it’s with a friend who drives and they look after me, door to door.
It’s not a crowded and busy affair and ideally, I don’t come home so exhausted, I fall over just trying to make a cup of tea.
My ideal New Year’s Eve these days, is being in bed alone by midnight, there is nothing more tragic than seeing in the New Year by watching some count down on TV.
Really, what’s the difference between 11.59pm, one night every year and 12.01am the following morning?
And New Year’s resolutions? Pass!
Wait! For life to get easier, less stressful, for there to be money, peace, to catch up on my comics. No really, love.
OK, that’s enough…
