I'm sitting here, sooty, within the dying embers of another year. This one has been challenging with brief moments of happiness and chasms of despair. You have to wonder what next year will hold. Being ever optimistic, you have to hope for the best and you have to hope for happiness.
It's weird Col to think that you're already into the coming year with me trailing hours behind.
I'll be heading out just before midnight bearing the usual coal, silver, salt and bread. Coal so that I'll always have warmth, bread so that I'll never be hungry, salt for flavour in life and silver for prosperity. This magical bundle is supposed to be carried over the threshold by a dark haired man, but as I'll be spending New Year's Eve alone, I will have to be good enough. While it seems remarkably silly to most, I'd feel odd not doing this little ritual, it's all I've ever known, so for at least one more year...
Happy New Year xx
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