"To every woman her own truth and the Goddess within"*
In 'Last Night The Snow Fell', I believed Igraine would always be a priestess at her very being.
As Igraine lay on her deathbed in the convent at Tintagel, she refused to see the priests. Her pious Christian manner was a sham to keep the peace in her household because her beloved Uther believed. Her heart still longed for Avalon but she could not return there after Uther's death, remembering that it was her sister, the Lady of the Lake, who had sent her to the edge of world at Tintagel to be married to Gorlois, a man more than twice her tender age. So she spent remaining years in view of Tintagel Castle, which was to her a prison during the long, lonely years of her first marriage.
Why did she torture herself so? Arthur gifted Tintagel to her so it was the only place that was rightfully hers, to do as she pleased. I would hope I would be strong enough to choose Avalon instead however I have known my own Tintagel, and I have always been weak.
But Igraine knew, that no-matter how cruelly her daughter Morgaine was used in the name of Avalon, she would have fared worse as a Christian, where being a woman was regarded as evil in itself. And so Igraine, drowning in her own grief at losing Uther, could not raise herself up to help her daughter, even though she could sense Morgaine was in great distress at Arthur's wedding and now she blames this on why Morgaine, who would know Igraine was dying, had not come to her.
But no-one has seen or heard from Morgaine for years . . .
Monday 31 January 2011
Sunday 30 January 2011
Third Time Lucky - Be Careful What You Wish For
After breakfast in Glasgow at 9am and a successful but thankfully low-cost lunchtime trip to the Slaters warehouse sale, I settled down to read in the bedroom (danger - warm, comfy, cover). I could say the cliche 'the rest is history' but I made a valiant attempt to stay awake and read for an hour or so before waking up in the dark.
When Morgaine's first dalliance with Lancelot took place, her maidenhood was vowed to the Goddess and she regretting keeping that vow.
The second was on the night of Arthur and Gwenhwyfar's marriage, where Lancelot would have tumbled Morgaine like a milkmaid in the stables, just to avoid the thought of his beloved Gwenhwyfar in Arthur's arms. However it was he who was tumbled from his horse and spent the night unconscious, Morgaine, in her role of skilled healer, lying by his side. So close yet so far away.
Today, the third was when the men returned from war with the Saxons and from Arthur to the general soldiers, each would have company that night but the Queen's ladies in waiting, including Morgaine, who had not returned to Avalon, were secured away, protected from roving eyes. She could sense the power around her and also Lancelot, restless and alone She walked abroad to seek him out and if he was not there, then she would know it was just her fancy and not to be. However he was. He apologised for dishonouring her with their earlier dalliances but Morgaine expressed her regret that the dalliances had not been fulfilled. Not what he would expect from a lady at court but Morgaine is her own woman, a trained priestess and more than capable of taking a lover if she so chooses. She led him underneath the moonlight sky and with the apple trees as a canopy, they make love - although not technically speaking*, which is key.
For Morgaine, it should be act of great power and she feels betrayed, as well as unfulfilled (yet again). For Lancelot, both have been pleasured without dishonour or risk - how could he worship Gwenhwyfar if Morgaine, or any other woman, were to have his child instead of his beloved Gwenhwyfar.
The bond between Lancelot and Gwenhwyfar remains intact, Morgaine flees (again).
Unbeknown to both, Arthur gives Gwenhwyfar sanction to take Lancelot as lover** and have his son, which Arthur would accept as a gift from the Gods and rear as his own heir, rather than put her aside as barren and take another wife to give him a son.
But Arthur is unaware that he has fathered a child with his sister Morgaine and so already has a son and heir . . .
*A useful phrase
**Similar arrangement, different criteria, different goal
When Morgaine's first dalliance with Lancelot took place, her maidenhood was vowed to the Goddess and she regretting keeping that vow.
The second was on the night of Arthur and Gwenhwyfar's marriage, where Lancelot would have tumbled Morgaine like a milkmaid in the stables, just to avoid the thought of his beloved Gwenhwyfar in Arthur's arms. However it was he who was tumbled from his horse and spent the night unconscious, Morgaine, in her role of skilled healer, lying by his side. So close yet so far away.
Today, the third was when the men returned from war with the Saxons and from Arthur to the general soldiers, each would have company that night but the Queen's ladies in waiting, including Morgaine, who had not returned to Avalon, were secured away, protected from roving eyes. She could sense the power around her and also Lancelot, restless and alone She walked abroad to seek him out and if he was not there, then she would know it was just her fancy and not to be. However he was. He apologised for dishonouring her with their earlier dalliances but Morgaine expressed her regret that the dalliances had not been fulfilled. Not what he would expect from a lady at court but Morgaine is her own woman, a trained priestess and more than capable of taking a lover if she so chooses. She led him underneath the moonlight sky and with the apple trees as a canopy, they make love - although not technically speaking*, which is key.
For Morgaine, it should be act of great power and she feels betrayed, as well as unfulfilled (yet again). For Lancelot, both have been pleasured without dishonour or risk - how could he worship Gwenhwyfar if Morgaine, or any other woman, were to have his child instead of his beloved Gwenhwyfar.
The bond between Lancelot and Gwenhwyfar remains intact, Morgaine flees (again).
Unbeknown to both, Arthur gives Gwenhwyfar sanction to take Lancelot as lover** and have his son, which Arthur would accept as a gift from the Gods and rear as his own heir, rather than put her aside as barren and take another wife to give him a son.
But Arthur is unaware that he has fathered a child with his sister Morgaine and so already has a son and heir . . .
*A useful phrase
**Similar arrangement, different criteria, different goal
Saturday 29 January 2011
Words Of Wisdom From The Wicked Witch
Home before midnight. It was a good night. Surprise guest was welcomed. Food, drink and company good. Perhaps it is because the Year of the Rabbit approaches, there were more than I in a sociable frame for mind for 2011 and we intend to meet up again - at a leaving do perhaps? But I shall meet with the Wicked Witch alone before then for some quality R&R and her words of wit and wisdom.
Friday 28 January 2011
Remaining Friends
Thanks MJ, two chaperones are better than one so hopefully you can make it through to Edinburgh with me. It is good your perception has changed over the years, to now believe that men and women can remain friends - even though desire in most cases creeps in although you think it may be more curiosity than desire sometimes.
I have been guilty of the reverse. Although intrigued from the start, I avoided what could have been a good friendship, which I never would have done in my youth. Despite being blind-sided by more circumstances, I have been given the chance to start afresh with basics - conversations of more than two words at a time should also help!
And then I will have Edinburgh, safe and comforting, all my concerns have melted away. I can feel the love emanating already - I just need to find comfortable but sexy shoes to wear however I have worn short black boots to work and my feet are not sore at the end of the day, so they should be able to cope with a night of dancing, although the witchy effect could be better but I think the black suede thigh high lace-ups might be a bit distracting and really do require the short, swirly sun and moon dress which I love but can no longer button. Some would say that's not a problem however . . and I still stand by the high boots being best to ensure you go home safely - they would take too long to lace up again if you were 'elsewhere' first I'm sure. So it's looking like a long swirly skirt or jeans but I was too self conscious to wear jeans often there. So many decisions as I want to feel good and confident but not attract unwanted attention - the usual dilemma but the guys will keep an eye out for me too, as always. And can I still fit into my biker jacket, preferably zip it up as Edinburgh will be cold between pubs?
I've given so much thought to March, but little for later today or next weekend. I'll see what the weather is like. It is really an after work event however the last one I went to, my friend went home to change into a dress and I was dancing on the stairs in a 80s bar in my work suit! Yes, the sequel will be arranged and follow soon. I hope all goes well today.
My music list i.e. singing them all day in my head yesterday were:-
Prefab Sprout - Looking for Atlantis
The Decemberists - Down by the Water
Thin Lizzy - Dancing in the Moonlight
- today was a bit more fraught so no songs sung
I have failed as techy. I only recently discovered my much loved mp3 player was not in fact a sealed unit and I could replace the battery. I now have music to commute to again, well beyond the bus stop!
I have been guilty of the reverse. Although intrigued from the start, I avoided what could have been a good friendship, which I never would have done in my youth. Despite being blind-sided by more circumstances, I have been given the chance to start afresh with basics - conversations of more than two words at a time should also help!
And then I will have Edinburgh, safe and comforting, all my concerns have melted away. I can feel the love emanating already - I just need to find comfortable but sexy shoes to wear however I have worn short black boots to work and my feet are not sore at the end of the day, so they should be able to cope with a night of dancing, although the witchy effect could be better but I think the black suede thigh high lace-ups might be a bit distracting and really do require the short, swirly sun and moon dress which I love but can no longer button. Some would say that's not a problem however . . and I still stand by the high boots being best to ensure you go home safely - they would take too long to lace up again if you were 'elsewhere' first I'm sure. So it's looking like a long swirly skirt or jeans but I was too self conscious to wear jeans often there. So many decisions as I want to feel good and confident but not attract unwanted attention - the usual dilemma but the guys will keep an eye out for me too, as always. And can I still fit into my biker jacket, preferably zip it up as Edinburgh will be cold between pubs?
I've given so much thought to March, but little for later today or next weekend. I'll see what the weather is like. It is really an after work event however the last one I went to, my friend went home to change into a dress and I was dancing on the stairs in a 80s bar in my work suit! Yes, the sequel will be arranged and follow soon. I hope all goes well today.
My music list i.e. singing them all day in my head yesterday were:-
Prefab Sprout - Looking for Atlantis
The Decemberists - Down by the Water
Thin Lizzy - Dancing in the Moonlight
- today was a bit more fraught so no songs sung
I have failed as techy. I only recently discovered my much loved mp3 player was not in fact a sealed unit and I could replace the battery. I now have music to commute to again, well beyond the bus stop!
Tuesday 25 January 2011
The Lancelot Principle
My thoughts will change but it is a complicated relationship. I think I understand it more now, although talk is all around me 'affairs are bad'. It seems to be the current topic. Perhaps it is as a result of the weather. No, not 'I fell on the snow and it just happened!' I would expect summer would be more likely - skimpy clothes, warm sun, late nights - but perhaps it is the dark nights, huddling together in the cold to keep warm, official nights out which suit best?
The simmering passion hangs over Lancelot and Gwenhwyfar like a shroud, binding them hopelessly together. The palpable looks, the accidental brush of the arm against the curve of the hip. The body tingling with electricity and anticipation with any look or touch. The fireworks flashing under your eyelids when you kiss. This is the first flush of romance and passion - but it need not be the last.
Yet Lancelot can fortunately re-direct his passion for Gwenhwyfar to Morgaine, 'love the one you're with', which she willing accepts, or tries to, if only fate would not keep interrupting them! Yes, sometimes you feel as though the universe is trying to say 'stop' - but you carry on regardless, trying to justify your intentions rather than admit to selfishness. Even if Morgaine takes Lancelot as a lover, it would not break the bonds between he and Gwenhwyfar, nor Arthur's desire for Morgaine yet Arthur and Gwenhwyfar's wedding night awaits.
No doubt, they could each continue with their desired relationships also. But can men and women remain friends without romantic entanglements, or is it inevitable that desire will creep in - the Lancelot Principle? I would say yes to can remain friends, but perhaps I was blind to the signs but that sounds far too arrogant and disrespectful of my male friends. More likely I was not their type. MJ once told me that we were different - men wanted to ravish her (and why not, she is a very sexy woman) but wanted to cherish and protect me, as I was a sensual creature - and oddly enough some agreed but this is perhaps a bit much and it is too late for me tonight so I may edit this again tomorrow.
And the universe, in this case the mp3, brings reality back in at the midnight hour - Martha Wainwright 'You Cheated Me'. from the album I Know You're Married But I Have Feelings Too
What can I say?
The simmering passion hangs over Lancelot and Gwenhwyfar like a shroud, binding them hopelessly together. The palpable looks, the accidental brush of the arm against the curve of the hip. The body tingling with electricity and anticipation with any look or touch. The fireworks flashing under your eyelids when you kiss. This is the first flush of romance and passion - but it need not be the last.
Yet Lancelot can fortunately re-direct his passion for Gwenhwyfar to Morgaine, 'love the one you're with', which she willing accepts, or tries to, if only fate would not keep interrupting them! Yes, sometimes you feel as though the universe is trying to say 'stop' - but you carry on regardless, trying to justify your intentions rather than admit to selfishness. Even if Morgaine takes Lancelot as a lover, it would not break the bonds between he and Gwenhwyfar, nor Arthur's desire for Morgaine yet Arthur and Gwenhwyfar's wedding night awaits.
No doubt, they could each continue with their desired relationships also. But can men and women remain friends without romantic entanglements, or is it inevitable that desire will creep in - the Lancelot Principle? I would say yes to can remain friends, but perhaps I was blind to the signs but that sounds far too arrogant and disrespectful of my male friends. More likely I was not their type. MJ once told me that we were different - men wanted to ravish her (and why not, she is a very sexy woman) but wanted to cherish and protect me, as I was a sensual creature - and oddly enough some agreed but this is perhaps a bit much and it is too late for me tonight so I may edit this again tomorrow.
And the universe, in this case the mp3, brings reality back in at the midnight hour - Martha Wainwright 'You Cheated Me'. from the album I Know You're Married But I Have Feelings Too
What can I say?
Monday 24 January 2011
I Have Not Once Been Warm Since Midsummer
'Far to the north ... the snow lay deep on the fells and even at midday there was often no more than a twilight fog' and The High Queen begins. I settle in for the night.
Sunday 23 January 2011
Mistress of Magic
I have reached the end of the first book. Morgaine flees Avalon to her kinswoman in Lothian to have her son - a long journey, as it has been for me to reach this stage. Perhaps, as I am older, I shall be less judgemental of the next, The High Queen.
In that vein, I printed my tickets for the Edinburgh night out for myself and my 'chaperone'. There will be drinking, dancing and hopefully a companion for my chaperone - and I shall dance, drink and be shiny and happy.
I shall be shiny and happy today, and tomorrow, and the next day - and then it will become second nature again. Like dancing on the London roof-top to Shiny Happy People or Love Shack in Sneaky Pete's in Edinburgh. But not just revelling in old memories, new memories are waiting to be made.
For now, I sit hugging my tiger and hot water bottle close to me on this cold fog bound night, searching for sleep. Those who know me, may ask which tiger, of the many? But those who really know me will know which one, since I also bought it twice more as a gift for family. I've never really known why I am attracted to it and sleep with it beside me. It's a white tiger, not Hobbes, but very cosy. None of my tigers have names but Tiger was my hamster's name. I regretted not taking my tiger to York as I felt lonely at night without something to hug close and keep me company but I did improvise . . .
I took the unusual step of watching The End of the Affair tonight - it bore little resemblance to the wonderfully bitter-sweet Prefab Sprout song of the same name. But I did get the chance afterwards to enjoy the end of V for Vendetta, with Stephen Rea again. I'm not sure I'm up for Withnail & I so time to perhaps go to bed?
In that vein, I printed my tickets for the Edinburgh night out for myself and my 'chaperone'. There will be drinking, dancing and hopefully a companion for my chaperone - and I shall dance, drink and be shiny and happy.
I shall be shiny and happy today, and tomorrow, and the next day - and then it will become second nature again. Like dancing on the London roof-top to Shiny Happy People or Love Shack in Sneaky Pete's in Edinburgh. But not just revelling in old memories, new memories are waiting to be made.
For now, I sit hugging my tiger and hot water bottle close to me on this cold fog bound night, searching for sleep. Those who know me, may ask which tiger, of the many? But those who really know me will know which one, since I also bought it twice more as a gift for family. I've never really known why I am attracted to it and sleep with it beside me. It's a white tiger, not Hobbes, but very cosy. None of my tigers have names but Tiger was my hamster's name. I regretted not taking my tiger to York as I felt lonely at night without something to hug close and keep me company but I did improvise . . .
I took the unusual step of watching The End of the Affair tonight - it bore little resemblance to the wonderfully bitter-sweet Prefab Sprout song of the same name. But I did get the chance afterwards to enjoy the end of V for Vendetta, with Stephen Rea again. I'm not sure I'm up for Withnail & I so time to perhaps go to bed?
Saturday 22 January 2011
1am bed, 1pm rise
I am having a lazy Saturday. I feel physically drained of energy but mentally on fire. What I could achieve if I could persuade my body to move? But I have moved to the sofa and PC so that is a start - the hoover may be a step too far. Yes, it has been more than 2 hours to get to this stage. I glance guiltily at the book and lovingly at the small empty box of mint creams. Yum. They were nice addition to a light breakfast this afternoon but I still hanker for a roll on potato scone and brown sauce (apples again).
As I have none in the house, I resolve to have one for breakfast when I return to work on Tuesday. I have lunch booked so I know shouldn't as it will spoil my appetite but I want both. Not what you would expect of a flighty Piscean? I can assure you the conflicting debate has already taken place and selfishness has won over guilty feeling.
However Tuesday is a long time away for a fickle fish, who is too trusting and easily swayed by her peers to conform to the norm . . . Can I stand my ground or crumble yet again? (more apples :-))
As I have none in the house, I resolve to have one for breakfast when I return to work on Tuesday. I have lunch booked so I know shouldn't as it will spoil my appetite but I want both. Not what you would expect of a flighty Piscean? I can assure you the conflicting debate has already taken place and selfishness has won over guilty feeling.
However Tuesday is a long time away for a fickle fish, who is too trusting and easily swayed by her peers to conform to the norm . . . Can I stand my ground or crumble yet again? (more apples :-))
Thursday 20 January 2011
Sixteen Years
I am now in my sixteenth year. Sometimes it feels like it has been forever, in the good way, but I lost track of the best of my old life, focusing on the new. This blog stands as testament that I wish to happily integrate both.
It has been an emotionally charged, tiring day. I have now had all the sleep I'm likely to get tonight so I'm trying to unwind with 'The Thick of It' Special. And I was just the bystander today.
Good things happened for me until the full moon shone through the mist in George Square tonight. Girly things - purple shiny fingernails, calf length black leather boots, new dress, new jewellery, new specs, time off work, cosy hat and earmuffs - you get the picture! Disruptions - communication breakdown (human and mobile) resulted in unplanned change, which is never a good thing (personally or professionally). Outcome - early to bed, early to rise.
As another day arrives, I consider how to organise a compartmentalised life again. By aiming to integrate my old life with the new, I do not mean that every part will be shared, as I realise that, with no dark spectre, sometimes it will be easier that way. Having said that, 5 February is still desirable.
I hold (most of) my past relationships in high regard and fondly with affection, as I do with my present and, hopefully, my future relationships. It does not diminish or interfere with my feelings on this day. Would I feel the same if the roles were reversed? I would hope so - friends love you and lovers should always be friends.
I should not be concerned that being proud of a former friend and lover's achievements may be misconstrued as vying for their affections again or putting temptation in my and/or their way. It is the close friendship I miss, the entertaining letters when I was lonely away from home and the changes he inspired in my life. Yes, I want the tshirt! Or has that role been replaced in my life and I can have only one? I should, and will, commit time and visit friends, without feeling guilty, self imposed of course ;-).
Gosh, a smiley crept in!
-3 degrees forecast for tomorrow today - back to sensible winter clothing perhaps. 3am.
I have been told that using Facebook has brought a change in me and I do agree. For me, the change is on a social level, allowing myself to think of 'outside' - the past, the present and the future, cue Jethro Tull. Hmmh, Living the Past (1969) - spook!
I do not yet know what other paths it may offer me.
I do not yet know what other paths it may offer me.
As for Morgaine, she travels to Glastonbury for Arthur's crowning as High King of All Britain, with the dawning realisation she is pregnant with his child.
Tuesday 11 January 2011
Gypsy Dance, Gypsy Sing
Yes, 'All that matters here is song and dance'.
I hum, ok sing, to myself all day, all week. A bit too loud.
I want to spin.
Sway.
Skip from one side of the room to the other.
And back again.
Endlessly.
Songs swirl through my head like colours.
I feel elated and tingle with emotion.
However, at the moment that emotion is dull panic over packing suitcase and a desire for Rice Krispies.
But I will take another route - upload the mp3 with music and Lord of the Rings. And get a bowl of Rice Krispies.
And tomorrow? Gypsy dance, gypsy sing (if I am lucky) but definitely pack my suitcase.
And take the book . . .
I hum, ok sing, to myself all day, all week. A bit too loud.
I want to spin.
Sway.
Skip from one side of the room to the other.
And back again.
Endlessly.
Songs swirl through my head like colours.
I feel elated and tingle with emotion.
However, at the moment that emotion is dull panic over packing suitcase and a desire for Rice Krispies.
But I will take another route - upload the mp3 with music and Lord of the Rings. And get a bowl of Rice Krispies.
And tomorrow? Gypsy dance, gypsy sing (if I am lucky) but definitely pack my suitcase.
And take the book . . .
Monday 10 January 2011
Serendipity - more than a movie
When I have sought to read, I have found sleep. Now I have started reading again. Morgaine's journey has moved so fast from a child to initiation into the mysteries of the Goddess. Fate is fickle. It can be changed and changed again, depending on the choices that we make, so can we still blame fate?
Had Morgaine not been willingly persuaded otherwise, she would not been filled with guilt at the outcome. Rather she should have been schooled enough to accept her choices and move along her path, making more choices as life dictates to suit her wishes. There may be other fates, parallel universes, but who can say if it would be different at any stage. Like her, I cannot escape guilt but do feel remorse for my regrets.
The wonderful Serendipity stars the talented John Cusack and Kate Beckinsale as star-crossed lovers, thwarted by fate. In the end, love conquers all, with the help of snow and NYC, but it also leaves two broken hearts in its wake, who have loved the lovers when their 'soulmate' was not on the scene.
Cynical? Perhaps. We make the choices that predict our now and our future. There will be scope for many soulmates along the way, the alternative is that one wrong choice would forever deny you your soulmate. No, I do not believe that. My life has been blessed with love and warm feelings of love remain for soulmates who have moved from my life.
Morgaine chose not to break her vow with Lancelot. Lancelot met Guinevere before she met Arthur. Morgaine and Arthur . . . No, soulmates are with us on our journey through life, as are the inevitable broken hearts.
Had Morgaine not been willingly persuaded otherwise, she would not been filled with guilt at the outcome. Rather she should have been schooled enough to accept her choices and move along her path, making more choices as life dictates to suit her wishes. There may be other fates, parallel universes, but who can say if it would be different at any stage. Like her, I cannot escape guilt but do feel remorse for my regrets.
The wonderful Serendipity stars the talented John Cusack and Kate Beckinsale as star-crossed lovers, thwarted by fate. In the end, love conquers all, with the help of snow and NYC, but it also leaves two broken hearts in its wake, who have loved the lovers when their 'soulmate' was not on the scene.
Cynical? Perhaps. We make the choices that predict our now and our future. There will be scope for many soulmates along the way, the alternative is that one wrong choice would forever deny you your soulmate. No, I do not believe that. My life has been blessed with love and warm feelings of love remain for soulmates who have moved from my life.
Morgaine chose not to break her vow with Lancelot. Lancelot met Guinevere before she met Arthur. Morgaine and Arthur . . . No, soulmates are with us on our journey through life, as are the inevitable broken hearts.
Wednesday 5 January 2011
Whatever's written in your heart
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| Gerry Rafferty R.I.P |
Singer, songwriter, musician
For all the wonderful moments and memories his music has given me.
Get It Right Next Time to lift me, City to City when I miss home and family, Whatever's Written In Your Heart, dancing to Baker Street in London, the inspired use of Stuck In The Middle With You in Reservoir Dogs, the delight in getting and listening to Life Goes On on Christmas morning 2009.
The list goes on . . . Life goes on
Saturday 1 January 2011
Hogmanay
Hogmanay in Scotland is an important time. It is a time to take stock and prepare for the coming year. I do not clean my house to make it spotless, as my mother and grandmother did. Perhaps I should have. Maybe I don't do the traditional things to bring me luck (see also 'first foot' below).
Hogmanay ends the year with celebrations, traditionally family but now including public celebrations where all, including multi-nationals are welcome, to 'bring in the new year' 'at the bells' at midnight. I think I only missed the bells once at home before my marriage and should have been there with family. I learnt from that to celebrate on Hogmanay Eve and go home for the bells.
Now I stay at home and 'first foot' my own house when my husband is awake, which isn't meant to bring you luck, it is visitors that do that, but I do leave the house before midnight to first foot and stand shivering on the doorstep before the bells ring out. I now sleep for a couple of hours before the bells at midnight. He tries to stay awake for the bells but it is getting more common that he is in bed asleep instead. I don't mind this. I will see him on Ne'erday morning to wish him Happy New Year. After all, he completed the database update tonight - more than an album a day for the year. Now if that had been apples?
I actually got through on the phone at the bells to wish my mother 'Happy New Year', just before the phone networks went into overload. The text messages have all now been successfully sent. Facebook has been good for this but it must be repetitive for all the messages to be 'Happy New Year. Almost time for bed. I brought in the bells with a little red wine and lots of John Martyn on the stereo. I could go on all night but I should get some more sleep - start the new year as I intend to go on with it you could say.
No, the book lay beside me untouched as I slept on Hogmanay evening, again ...
Hogmanay ends the year with celebrations, traditionally family but now including public celebrations where all, including multi-nationals are welcome, to 'bring in the new year' 'at the bells' at midnight. I think I only missed the bells once at home before my marriage and should have been there with family. I learnt from that to celebrate on Hogmanay Eve and go home for the bells.
Now I stay at home and 'first foot' my own house when my husband is awake, which isn't meant to bring you luck, it is visitors that do that, but I do leave the house before midnight to first foot and stand shivering on the doorstep before the bells ring out. I now sleep for a couple of hours before the bells at midnight. He tries to stay awake for the bells but it is getting more common that he is in bed asleep instead. I don't mind this. I will see him on Ne'erday morning to wish him Happy New Year. After all, he completed the database update tonight - more than an album a day for the year. Now if that had been apples?
I actually got through on the phone at the bells to wish my mother 'Happy New Year', just before the phone networks went into overload. The text messages have all now been successfully sent. Facebook has been good for this but it must be repetitive for all the messages to be 'Happy New Year. Almost time for bed. I brought in the bells with a little red wine and lots of John Martyn on the stereo. I could go on all night but I should get some more sleep - start the new year as I intend to go on with it you could say.
No, the book lay beside me untouched as I slept on Hogmanay evening, again ...
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