Well, it looks like we are in for a soggy end to a soggy year. Weather-wise, that is.
Not that Mr B and I are too bothered as we have decided to see the
New Year in together, at home, just the two of us. We will eat sirloin steak and profiteroles (though not at the same time); watch a film of our choice; toast each other with something fizzy as the clock strikes twelve - and aim to be tucked up in bed
two minutes into 2013. I know what you're thinking - no stamina!
We invaded Tesco's in search of our New Year's Eve Dinner, along with most of the population of
Worthing. Having left my slippers in Wales (I always leave SOMETHING in Wales) Mr B insisted I bought myself another pair, courtesy of a pleasant enough couple called Florence and Fred. They are fluffy white (the slippers, not Florence and Fred) and, when
worn with my fluffy white dressing gown, make me look more like a polar bear than ever. Not exactly the glamorous look for New Year's Eve I was planning...
Somewhere I have two rather
splendid, luxury Christmas crackers left over from last year's celebrations when we entertained the Middle of the Darling Daughters and her fella. They will add a festive sparkle to our New Year's Eve meal. If, that is, I can find them. Though I do have to
ask myself if I want to turn everything out of the bedroom cupboards in search of them, knowing that I will have to put everything back again. Such a lot of effort for a couple of crackers. Even of the luxury variety.
Then there's the choice of a film to watch. Mr B says it has to be a film which he wants to see as much as I do. This narrows down the field somewhat. Do we go for action-packed? Or a Rom-Com? Should it be an old favourite or a film we have never watched
before? Shall we see what films are on TV? "Julie & Julia" is on at 9.10 on BBC2 which is perfect timing - giving us enough time beforehand to eat, to talk about all the New Year's resolutions we are not going to make, to run through a summary of
the "Best Bits" of 2012. But will it be the kind of film Mr B will want to watch as much as I do? Possibly not...
Then there's the question of the fizzy stuff. Mr B isn't too keen on
anything that sends bubbles up his nose. And you can't, you simply can't, drink champagne on your own. Just too, too sad dahling!
Ah well, we are going to enjoy looking back on 2012. What a year! We
added a new grand-child, the delightful Morgan, to our brood - and learnt the fantastic news that 2013 will bring another grand-child, a much longed-for, long-awaited baby boy. We had holidays in Tenerife, in Devon and on the Isle of Wight. We joined
a choir. Oh, yes, and I retired. So much has happened that I almost forgot...
2012 will be the Year to Remember, not just for us personally but for all but the most curmudgeonly among us. In
50 years, when people ask for memories of the Old Days, everyone alive today and over the age of, say, 6 will be able to tell the tales of how in 2012 the Royal Family celebrated the Diamond Jubilee by sailing down the Thames in a barge; how the
Olympic Torch was carried by modest unsung heroes across the length and breadth of the country; how we won three Gold Medals in the Olympic Stadium on Super Saturday; how an army of cheery Gamesmakers showed what volunteering was all about; and
how the Queen jumped out of a helicopter...
I know, I know, it's hard to believe but it really all happened. I was there.
Happy New Year to
all of you. May your celebrations be merry and your champagne fizzy. And now for 2013...