New Year’s Eve. Jake was asleep upstairs with his Mum, but Ellie was restless. At first I resented being deprived of my annual date with Jools Holland, such a lovely man, such great company. I still aspire to play the piano even just a little bit the way he does.
With my eye on the clock as it veered towards midnight, I was wondering if my restless daughter would deprive me of the Hootenanny moment when the clock struck midnight.
Then I realised how dumb I was. I was being anxious about not seeing in a new decade alone with just the TV for company! It was one of those “Does the word ‘Duh’ mean anything to you?” moments.
I couldn’t want for better company. She wasn’t crying, nor unhappy. She just wasn’t sleeping.
So for 2011 we looked outside at all the fantastic local firework displays & I opened the window a little bit so we could hear them too. She loved it & so did I. She was fascinated: looking this way & that as each spectacular display was let off.
I realised that far from being deprived I was actually a very lucky man to be able to see in the new decade in the company of such a lovely little lady, the Lady Eleanor. I mean, how can I resist this face?:
An old New Year’s Eve tradition seems to have been replaced with a new one. And I’m not entirely unhappy about that. Maybe in years to come the twins will want to watch Jools’ Hootenanny with me? I hope so.
So how was your New Year’s? Did you party like it’s 1999, see it in quietly or just go to bed with a nice cup of tea & a biscuit? Were you as big a twit as I (nearly) was, or did you manage to ‘count your blessings’?
However you saw the new year in, or not, may your 2011 be even better than your 2010.