Hootless Hogmanay

Just before heading outside to be our first-foot, George seemed reflective.

Thinking about the year ending? Or what the new one might bring? I’ll have to ask. It’s possible he was wondering what the hell Jools’s Hootenanny is for. Very poor, as one of the perennial guests might say.

Although Dod kept protesting that it was traditional, he didn’t actually complain when we switched channels.