|Not over 'til it's over
||[Jan. 4th, 2018|12:32 pm]
Our New Year guests departed yesterday, back to their home and their cats. We saw the New Year in quietly together, which is fine by me: my views on the subject are those expressed by Sara Pascoe in yesterday's Guardian (May I be the first to wish you a Happy New Minute. May all your dreams remain subconscious expressions of what scares you.). We lit a fire, we listened to Radio 3's World Music broadcast from Sheffield (because Sheffield is part of the world...), we dozed and woke and raised a glass to the coming year.
The first outing of the year was to to a funeral. Since our New Year festivities are always pretty muted, this didn't necessarily put a damper on the proceedings, but it didn't do anything to make them livelier, either. Still, as funerals go, we did our best to be celebratory, with a sea of blue and white football scarves, and the resolve to Be more Tim.
And today I am back at work. But the festivities aren't over yet, because today is desperance's birthday, and we are celebrating in the most appropriate way we know how, with ghost stories at the Lit & Phil.
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