31st December, 2018.
I’m have to admit, its New Year’s Eve.
And, as I write, 2019 is about an hour or so away.
Let’s hope it’s a good one, shall we?
From where I’m sitting, the most I can hope for … ?
Frankly, is a job.
Wish me luck on that front.
I do know my nephew, Jude, and his mum — my sister, Ruth — are due over.
After all, Dr Who’s on.
Which is something to look forward to!
Tonight, though … ?
Tonight, I’ll admit it …
I’m skint: so, even if I did drink, going to a pub would be tricky.
Assuming, of course, that the pub DOESN’T charge for entry on New /Years Eve.
So …
What to do … ?
Reach into the collection, obviously.
Tonight’s movie … ?
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