Happy Hogmanay!

The weather was a bit miserable this morning! We had a quick trip out to pick up some butcher meat we’d ordered and some last minute bits and pieces from the supermarket. We spoke with my mother in the care home. My parents started “going out” about 66 years ago tonight! It’s also 21 years since Mr Mags’ father died. This is our 43rd Hogmanay together! That’s enough maths!
Happy Hogmanay, although for many it’s not a happy time. May you all find strength and peace in 2022!