WHAT'S GOING ON OUT THERE??

To be honest, what's going on in here should be the question! Its 11.30 a.m. and i'm sitting in my pink fluffy d.gown. Not a sound! Upstairs Peter is huddled under the duvet having been working in the still of the night and outside, not even a breeze. The birds aren't twittering, the cloud cover is blanket and even sitting within a metre of the window is frrreeeezzzing! I exaggerate not! No cars- no calls- even no post or e mails but the normal inbox of sales bargains from Amazon and Tesco who don't give up even when the weather freezes our pockets and our minds!
This is when I remember that N.Years is another tricky evening of jolity and partying. Whilst Christmas makes me feel so Bah Humbug, N.Years makes me remember the hours of 'getting ready', the painting of nails, the outfit to make me feel like i'm on top and of course, the hope of being noticed, even kissed. Then again the reality has often been something a bit different. Familiar faces, boys that looked like nowhere else would have them and too much to drink by eleven o clock and wondering who might be prepared to walk me home or at least drive me home. Hard to imagine that we barely did clunk click let alone alcohol limits! Hope my kids aren't going to read this. Listen, there's nowt to hear in here so i'm oft to bathe, dress and prepare myself for an afternoon of, strings (guitar), paints (watercolours) and movies (assuming there's something short enough and up beat enough to hold my fragile attention span).
So to one and All, Happy New Years!..