And the holidays are now officially, by almost any count, over: 4 am GMT on New Year's Day. (I suppose we could hold out for January 6, and Twelfth Night/Epiphany, but that's probably pushing it these days.)
Rain, on what has been a surprisingly warm evening here – and a lovely dinner at Beate's house (a colleague and good friend of blahfeme's). Pleasant talk, good food, good champagne (I supplied Moët! – I thought what the heck, if you're going to buy champagne on New Year's Eve you might as well do it right. And yes, I could have spent another £6 and bought Veuve Clicquot, which always seemed attractive for me because of the name – who wouldn't want some blowsily comfortable, cozening widow making their champagne?).
I insisted on making everyone say what they planned for the new year – annoying of me of course but responses were in good humor.
And now, post-champagne, and post-homemade-Limoncello (made by blahfeme – amazingly good, but also deadly), I'm sleepy... a hot bath (with mango and vanilla oils) and bed.
Happy holidays to all, and to all a good night.
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