Here we go again!

So, this is my 80th new year\’s eve. Don\’t remember the first few. Well, the first many, really. Doesn\’t matter because they all fall into a small number of categories with a small number of descriptors. The New Year is imagined, anticipated, with Hope, or Fear, or Sadness, or Regret, or Happiness, or Gloom. We leave our previous lives behind and are determined to start new ones, or we are determined that our lives will continue down a path.

The year to come may seem predictable but it is almost certainly not, may seem an opportunity to achieve new things but it probably won\’t be. It may seem that we can put the bad things of the previous year behind us, but we will probably find that new and unanticipated bad things await. We want to turn over a new leaf, but are stuck with the old leaf.

But who knows what 2025 will bring … except my 80th birthday of course.

Happy new year you lot.