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Happy new one, folks. I hope 2012 brings you everything you could wish for in a properly guilt free fashion.
They say that the first minutes of the new year will be repeated throughout the year. I spent them eating Terry's chocolate orange, reading Pterry and cuddling a terrified and rather poorly dog who HATES fireworks. Dogs are such dustbins. I think he's stolen and eaten something that has disagreed with him but seems a bit more cheerful today. He has been to the top of Pen y Fal this morning anyway. Yesterday he didn't even want to go outside.
My garden is weird. I have the first snowdrop and the last white rose in bloom a few yards apart just by the back door.
They say that the first minutes of the new year will be repeated throughout the year. I spent them eating Terry's chocolate orange, reading Pterry and cuddling a terrified and rather poorly dog who HATES fireworks. Dogs are such dustbins. I think he's stolen and eaten something that has disagreed with him but seems a bit more cheerful today. He has been to the top of Pen y Fal this morning anyway. Yesterday he didn't even want to go outside.
My garden is weird. I have the first snowdrop and the last white rose in bloom a few yards apart just by the back door.
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Date: 2012-01-01 01:49 pm (UTC)**hugs**
That flower thing is a very apt and typical description of what this winter has been like so far.
I spent the first minutes of the New Year drinking champagne with the Nazgul and the Little Lady (who had alcohol-free pale fizzy), and then we went nordic-walking through the celebrating and firework-starting crowds on our usual round, and lots of tipsy people staaaaared and went 'Oh, they are nordic walking!' as they seemed to be in a Captain Obvious state of inebriation.
Sports, the company of my favourite ladies, good things to drink, and occasional fireworks? Sounds good.
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Date: 2012-01-02 06:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-01-02 08:57 pm (UTC)