We'll take a cup o' kindness here my dear,
For old lang syne
The very familiar strains of the Robbie Burns classic poem are echoing across the Bay as the last of the fireworks light up the night sky. And though I don't know most of the people, everyone is yelling happy new year and there is a frenzy of hugging and kissing.
So much hope that things will be better, for a night the financial crisis was forgotten, the usual cares and woes, instead we put on our glad rags and had a lovely dinner and then giggled, danced, complained about the DJ....made some resolutions, broke a few, happy.
In those early morning moments,under the starry sky, the sound of the waves faint against the sound of Dancing Queen, the year fresh and new, and with a heavy application of coffee,I resolved to make the most of life, live without regret and to try to be postive come what may.
Happy New Year everybody!