I think I must becoming more bar humbug as a I get older or is it just that I don’t care anymore who knows what I feel about something or another (My family will probably rightly point out that they have had to suffer this for years but that is another story!) Last night I went to bed at the usual time only to be woken by the midnight fireworks. ‘Happy New Year’ they cried out. ‘Rejoice’ they said. But I have been on this earth too long and seen too many things to know that for many of our fellow citizens the new year is something not to rejoice but rather to fear as it is a continuation of the hell they have been living through.
So if you get something out of celebrating the New Year then I’m happy for you. I don’t and if you want to say bar humbug to me then please do.