For once we were close to the action on Sydney Harbour.
Midnight is normally way past our bedtime.
If Mevrouw T and I ever bother to celebrate the changing of the calendar, it’s usually a nice dinner with family and friends, switch on the telly to see the children’s fireworks at 9pm and that’s about it.
This year, a friend won Sydney harbourside tickets and kindly invited us along. Continue reading
A cracking start to 2012.
Mevrouw T and I are rather bah-humbug about New Year’s Eve, with its noise, crowds, forced jollity, over-indulgence and morning after regrets. Our procedure in recent years has been to watch the 9.00pm children’s fireworks on TV, then go to bed and try to sleep through the distant rumble of the 12.00am edition.
This year however came an offer too good to refuse – a very pleasant dinner party chez the only people we know whose apartment overlooks Sydney Harbour. Continue reading