Getting closer to midnight and hubby looks over and takes a deep breath, it’s a struggle at the moment; Would I like a glass of champagne to see the New Year in?
Not really. Just the two of us – him still on antibiotics so not really a good idea anyway. Lets wait a couple of days then the whole bottle won’t be wasted as the kids will be round.
What about a cup of tea then?
A glare is answer enough.
Ok – he’s trying hard now. What about some grapes?
Result! Excellent idea.
Rush to the fridge and get two plates of 12 grapes out in time for the Big Ben toll of 2011.
One grape to be chewed and swallowed on each dong of the bell.
As hubby can hardly breath it will be a bit of a one sided competition, but hey, I’ll take a win anyway I can at the moment!
Chew, swallow, chew, swallow, chew swallow, chew – chew – chew, gulp, chew, swallow, chew, chew, choke, swallow, shove in mouth, shove, shove, - 12! Last BONG – DONE IT! (Try and swallow hurriedly!)
Hubby stands up with three left – not bad going under the circumstances I suppose.
Happy New Year darling – well done!
Burble, choke, splutter – just make do with a hug for the moment – speech will come later!
Rush upstairs to see London skyline alight with flying Chinese lanterns. Dozens of them! Beautiful sight with the back drop of fireworks.
Back down stairs, open the front door and wave at neighbour across the road who has decided to just wave out of the window this year rather than open the door.
Just us keeping up with tradition then this year!
Heart burn.
Flipping grapes!
Fancy a cup of tea?
Ok.
Happy New Year!