Celebrating New Year when one is alone is no fun. Best to go to bed at the usual time and wake up to the new year. It's only another day after all.
That seems to be the view which is not only mine but that of all my friends who are now living alone. Doesn't mean that we are necessarily lonely or sad (although some of us might be). I don't think there is anyone in the UK who will be sorry to say good-bye to 2018 (except perhaps some of those sad souls who have made it across the Channel in those horrendous boats and who. although they are 'in custody', have at least in their eyes made it here.)
The sunset tonight has been spectacular - not sure whether that is a good or a bad omen. 'What will be will be' - but history will certainly not look upon 2018 as a successful year for the UK. What happens in the next twelve months will possibly make the position clearer. Surely it can't get any less clear.
I met a friend in town this afternoon by accident and we went into our usual cafe for a coffee. It was heaving and the owner, who came to chat for a minute, said it had been heaving all day and that almost everyone had had a full English breakfast. He suggested they were all lining their stomachs for a full night's drinking celebration. So we just have to assume that most folk just carry on as normal.
January 4, 2023: With gratitude to Rebecca Solnit / Reruns from January 30, 31 and February 1, 2, 3, 4, 2007: Mona Lisa and the Clown and the Cool Rain of the Law (1985), Woman Trying to Remember What She is Trying to Forget (1986), Painting in America (1986), Full Moon, Chair and Planter Rising (1986), Church of the Holy Contradiction, and Untitled Scene (1986)