I had been approaching NYE with some trepidation. The neighbours, cool though they are, do like a party and it is not unknown for them to be cranking the Van Morrison at 3am. An inflatable pool had appeared on their patio a few days earlier; I was expecting the proverbial "big one." So imagine my surprise...
...not a fan of that cliched phrase, which I why I used it...
...in fact my increasing surprise as the night progressed and not only did the neighbours have no party, no one in the street had a party. By the morning of Jan 01 Sal and I had slept through possibly the quietest night of 2008. Weird.
For Sal and I the celebrations consisted of watching Iron Man on DVD (a well-above-average super hero flic) and having a bottle of bubbly (one small glass for Sal and the bump, the rest for me.) We did watch some of the 9pm firework display - we can see the top of it from our lounge and from the other, higher side of the road we get a better view. We walked outside, we took a look, Sal needed a wee, we walked back inside. And so ended 2008.
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