Hogmanay

It has been another somewhat mono day and rain has continued to fall from time to time. In fact the ground was so wet after the heavy rain over night that the path that Bertie and I were following in the afternoon was like a small stream. 
I was delighted to manage another couple of hours reading a book with my feet up. It felt quite decadent.
I really don’t like Hogmanay and “seeing in the New Year” and Nick isn’t keen either so it’s quite likely that we will be in bed before midnight. It’s strange to think that my Australian blip friends will already be in 2025, while those in the USA and Canada won’t be celebrating until I am thinking of getting up tomorrow morning.