Have a good new year

I seemed to develop an inability to say happy new year before the bells. Everyone in London was saying it on Hogmanay but it seemed unlucky and wrong. so I kept opting for the above phrase until the bells rang.
A lovely day with H at the Caurthauld soaking up the egon scheile Before fireworks and Clift kemsley coordinated family sparkler displays and champagne, and selfies with my boy. Then a delicious Indian meal and lots of wine.
A truly lovely last day to a hell of a roller coaster of a year.