Had a very chilled Hogmanay, partly because we were both tired, partly because the boy fell and sprained his ankle on the ice. He's not clumsy, really, it's more Aberdeen City Council are incompetent fuckmooks who thought salting the pavements after the very first snowfall would be enough. Four inches of solid ice and 100+ pedestrian accidents later, it's clear this plan was not a good one.
Anyway, we stayed in and fussed over the cat (who is the most adorable, laid-back, chilled-out beast ever <3).
Come midnight, there was this bizarre wailing of alternating pitch. For a second I thought it was an alarm and the nuclear holocaust was finally upon us (I can't help it, my brother got me Fallout 3 for christmas) until the boy pointed out that it was the boats down the harbour sounding in the new year. Once I realised I wasn't going to be turned into a pile of radioactive dust, I rather liked it. I've never had a new year this near the harbour before but I find it quite heartwarming to know our mad, northern, nautical traditions are still in place.
I'm now kicking back, watching the boy die in various spectacular ways as he plays Modern Warfare 2, the cat is snoozing on (what is now) her chair and I'm contemplating another fake bacon sandwich.
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