Day 89 Week 12

New Year's Eve and bidding farewell to 2009 and welcoming in 2010. Not reached midnight yet but am praying for no developments and if that is the case can only hope that the coming year provides the same good fortune as the old one.

Of course it's not just the end of the year but the finale of the first decade of the twenty-first century, where on earth did that go? Remember the big millennium party the village threw, counting down to midnight with close ones and H disgracing himself completely by grabbing someone else's champagne, drinking it and then puking up all over the place. Happy days.

Spent this afternoon doing all those irritating little chores that are so easy to shelve but then grow in magnitude . Been into the village, written thank-you letters and sorted out the washing as superstition has it you must not wash clothes on New Year's Day or you would risk 'washing one of the family away', and am certainly not in the frame of mind where I want to tempt providence. The weather's been poo and had a trip to the dump, which is actually one of life's secret pleasures - almost nothing beats the satisfaction gained from throwing out a loud of old crap. Well almost nothing.

Friends kindly invited me to what will be a super party tonight, good company and inevitable bouts of boisterous hilarity, but may opt out and go for the quiet contemplative evening at home. Not sure my mood would match the rest of the guests and nobody likes a party pooper. One day life will be fun again, won't it? Actually it's not a case that it's never fun at the moment it's just there's this huge cloud of uncertainty casting a big black shadow over everything, and it never really goes away.

R going out with girlfriends to a posh club and H ensconced in Edinburgh for the big Hogmanay bash, which C always used to love to attend too.

Please God they'll all be there together next year.

Happy New Year everyone and thank you.

Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x

A Postscript

Tonight is a full moon, the second in fact during the month of December which actually makes it a 'blue moon', and as such in ancient times was regarded as the harbinger of good luck and transformation. So according to legend, wishes must be made in the hope that this auspicious night will grant them life and who knows maybe wishes really will come true.