Emptier house; fuller year

Some New Years Eve party this is - sitting on my own with a ginger beer and some Pringles wondering what to watch on telly. Everyone left at 6. Sophie has to work an early shift tomorrow, while Nathan and Hannah have a family party to go to. Philippa can’t handle late nights anymore so she’s turned in early, so here I am. A lone Chesworth, ploughing a furrow through the last few hours of 2016. It’s been a good year, as far as I remember. Our first full calendar year as a married couple. Switching from long-term house-sitters to one-year tenants with an option to buy from the owners. Lots of other stuff too, that frankly speaking I can’t be bothered to write about now. 31st December is just another day isn’t it? It starts, it’s light for a while, then it’s dark, then it ends. Why do we have to spend it reflecting on the past 12 months and beating ourselves up if we haven’t advanced? Why do we have to sit and wait for midnight so we can say ‘Happy New Year’ and have a quick snog with someone? Why do we have to have our screens filled with shitty lookbacks in which no-mark celebrities read scripted links about ‘The 10 Most Shocking Wheelspins Of The Year’ while staring at an imaginary person just to the side of the camera?
Damn - I wanted to end the year with a positive blog and here I am back in my old ranty persona. I think I should go to bed. I can always watch the fireworks on iPlayer.
See you tomorrow.

RC 31-12-16
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