Well it’s been a very pleasant Festive Season with heaps of activities – singing, acting, partying – leading up to a quiet family Christmas lunch and culminating in one of the best New Year’s Eves I’ve had in many an auld lang syne!
In fact I went to TWO parties this year. One next door with a quietly merry bunch of Anglicans (Church of England to non-Aussie friends and relos) including one bishop, two vicars and little old wine-drinking atheistic me! Not, mind you, that this lot can’t knock back a glass or two when the occasion warrants it. Anyway, it was all thanks to our lovely neighbours Barbara and John who put on a good spread along with the good cheer. Also present were our other lovely neighbours The Rev Rev Robin and my even uglier older sister Pauline. I should explain, Pauline and I played the Tarty Twosome in a very adults only version of Cinderella – the Capolettes (our community players) panto for this
Christmas 2018. Me busting out of my bustier and she with flashing nipple decorations and both of us with fright wigs – but I digress….
So I left Bob safely at home and ventured forth at 8 pm with friends Brenda, Bernice and Wolfgang to a party at the home of our madcap Scottish friend Louise who really knows how to turn on a guid hogmanay. There were banners on the gates to her exceedingly long driveway – the cross of St Andrews and the Lion of Scotland or whatever it’s called, and more of them at the front door. It’s a great house for a party – huge kitchen, wide deck overlooking her green acres, great sunken music room with baby grand. And it was there we gathered to sing our hearts out- many a Jacobite song was bellowed bravely along with some feeble Sassenach responses from myself – my valiant attempt at Rule Britannia and Jerusalem was quite drowned out by Scotland the Brave and various laments from all those battles which the English won (okay, there was Bannockburn but after that we didn’t let them have a single tartan triumph until we thoroughly got our own back at Culloden – Will he no come back again? Not bloody likely and who’d have wanted him anyway that plump little princeling?!) ….where was I?…oh yes, we sang all the lovely old Scots favourites like Annie Laurie and Ye Banks and Braes too. And what Hogmanay would be complete without a rousing rendition of Donald Whaurs Yer Troosers!
Cometh the hour, cometh the man and this hour produced a couple of very good male singers among the predominantly female chorale, some of us Bella a Capella members who – though only five of us – did a fair job of I am Australian.
Then it was Auld Lang Syne and promises of eternal friendship and let’s do it again next year and a bit of dancing. The party was still going strong when Brenda, Wolfgang and I dragged Bernice away and as I climbed thankfully into bed after a quick shower I tried to remember the last NYE when I was carousing after midnight.
I still managed to be up by 6 – an hour later than usual this time of year – and Bob and I did our usual walk (in his case ride) over to The Knoll which was deserted at that hour. We sat at our favourite table and ate our bacon sandwiches and drank our coffee and made our new year’s resolutions. 2018 was a pretty good year for our family so let’s hope 2019 produces more of the same. Here’s wishing a Happy New Year to all our friends and relos around the world!