New Year's Day

As a child in Scotland, Ne'erday was a nightmare! Especially the mornings
The adults were asleep - presumably they had been up till all hours celebrating, or possibly at a Watchnight Service. Us children had been allowed some watered down ginger wine and a shortbread with our next door neighbours, but we were in bed at the usual time, Hogmanay or not.
So the adults were asleep, our Christmas presents were no longer a novelty, outside nobody was stirring.
Although the New Year's Day concert from Vienna was started in 1941 I don't remember watching it before Willi Bovkovsky took over as conductor in 1955.
I have strong and unpleasant memories of being left totally to our own resources and devices.

This morning I had the same dread of the day - especially as I am just recovering from flu.
Then there was a ring at the doorbell - and everything changed!

Thanks, Menna, for that totally unexpected and very thoughtful present!

And what joy later on to get on the Overground and go to Westfield! even if all I did was to sit in Costa Coffee while Brian did the shopping