The calendar rolls around again
Or, the end of the year
It’s Hogmanay, or nos Calan,* or New Year’s Eve if you’re English.
A homage to loading screens.
Or, the end of the year
It’s Hogmanay, or nos Calan,* or New Year’s Eve if you’re English.
In which it is probably Midsummer
I was thinking: really, I should post something newsworthy, or political, because there hasn’t been much of that on here lately. Nothing in the news has caught my eye, though – it’s all been football-related, and I really couldn’t care one way or the other about it. Then, though, I remembered that today is the summer solstice.*
In which we (again) remember what has happened
Unlike the first half of the year, there is one big stand-out memory from the second half of 2005. The start of my second business trip to London. Getting off the train at Kings Cross and walking down Platform 4 trying not to start crying. I was worried because someone I knew – even though I’d not seen her for a few years – had, like many other people, been missing for three days. She’d last been seen at Kings Cross, changing trains. I held myself together until my taxi was driving away from the station, onto Euston Road. As we passed the ambulance standing at the station entrance, waiting to take another run to the mortuary, I burst into tears. This was on Sunday, July 10th. Half an hour later, a Lancaster bomber flew noisily over my hotel-room window.
In which we remember what has happened
I was planning to write two whole posts about all the great things that had happened to me this year; but then, I realised I couldn’t actually remember many.