Broken the Cycle

Not that one. The one where I've always woken on the first feeling like my head was in a washing machine on spin cycle.

Not that we didn't have a drink at the bells, but it was a much cosier affair than usual with just the close family, some bubbly and a few wee drams. Had some fun inaugurating Heather's English boyfriend to some long-standing Scottish New Year traditions. Not sure he was convinced with the tall, dark, handsome stranger first foot one though after I said he should go outside, ring the doorbell and he'd be our first foot. He duly did this after which I locked the door, closed the curtain, switched the lights off and walked back inside leaving him standing out in the cold all confused. Samantha felt sorry for him though and let him back in.

In bed around 2am merry but still compos mentis, up late for a recuperative bagel and square sausage (that was a new twist on the traditional Scot's New Year's Day hangover cure for me), then out into the bright sunshine for brisk blast around the unexpectedly busy roads.

The rock and roll party years were good, but enjoyed this version of New Year too. Starting as I mean to go on.

Brian, if you're checking back on this in a year's time delete the following as necessary:

1. Made it, kept it up and feel great for doing so. Well done you!
2. Fail. Crapped out of it you loser. What a fud!