......wi' other people's coal.
For almost twenty years we had Scots neighbours and they always managed to get that saying in somewhere over the New Year period. (The title in translation being ' long may your chimney smoke'. Although both George and Elsa have been dead for many years I always think of them at New Year - a much more important festival for them than Christmas was.
Well it's all over now bar the shouting. Driving through our little town this morning on our way to have coffee with M was like driving through a ghost town. The Market Square was full of cars but few people were to be seen. I did wonder whether folk had left their cars to collect today after a night of festivities. Only a couple of shops were open and, judging by the amount of food folk have bought over the past week or so, I wouldn't have thought there was a danger of anyone going hungry.
So it is back to normal tomorrow - whatever normality is for each of us - and not a moment too soon for me at any rate. Looking out of the window as I sit here, staring at a clear blue sky as the sun sets, the sun is catching an airliner high in the sky either going off somewhere or coming in to land at Newcastle. What would my grandparents have thought to it all I wonder? Not only the fact that air travel has become an everyday happening but that ordinary people can afford it.
In the garden bulbs are pushing through, polyanthus are in flower and in the tubs at the front, where we face South, polyanthus, pansies and violas are all in full bloom. In my kitchen window an amaryllis (red and white striped) is now in full flower. I can see a patch of snowdrops which have broken through the soil so will not be all that long - not like those in Newark, which Si photographs and puts on his blog, in full bloom and giving such a lot of pleasure. So I think I can say - in this weather, with the start of a new year, with a pure sunny day - 'If winter comes can Spring be far behind?'
When I arrived home after coffee out this morning, someone had left a lump of coal on my front doorstep. If whoever it was reads this = thank you for the sentiment. The gesture is much appreciated .