Having been more or less robbed of my Christmas I silently made plans for New Year's. I refuse to spend the last hours, minutes and seconds of this decade with my tradition-hating mother, so I've arranged to meet up with S to go to some party. I hope she'll be wearing her wedding cake-dress.
When the bells ring out the old and in the new I'll be keeping my fingers crossed, hoping that the coming year will bring me back to an empty house and some renewed peace of body and mind. And for every second of every minute a soft but nagging voice will be whispering in my ear.
Be careful what you wish for