My other half is on a late shift on New Year’s Eve and a mid-shift on New Year’s Day so if I’m lucky he’ll be home to have a brief toast at midnight (probably some form of hot beverage rather than something sparkling) and then off to bed. He will then sleep through all the fireworks and the neighbours singing while I doomscroll on the phone till it quietens down a bit.
While waiting for him to get home I’ll probably be scoffing any leftover Christmas snacks and watching the typical New Year’s Eve fare on the telly. On New Year’s Day, I’ll be getting my stuff together for going back to work and potentially knocking up a meal for Stuart getting back from his shift in the early evening.
Not wildly exciting, but I’m not really one for parties these days anyway.
