Happy New Year! in OD

Hope you all had a good one!

At the moment, I’m in Aberdeen. Saturday was chaos. As neither me or my brother would be home for Christmas Day, and my sister and brother in law were taking Jamie to the other set of grandparents on the day, my mum decided to delay Christmas dinner til Saturday.

As a result, there was me, mum, dad, Matthew (brother), Alisa (SIL), Tracey, Brian (BIL) and Jamie in the house. Oh, and my mums dog Tia and Matthew and Alisa’s dog Fleur.

Organised chaos is the best phrase I can use. The dogs enjoyed playing with Jamie’s toys, which didn’t bother him as he just played with theirs.

But, it was nice getting some uncle time. There aren’t many photo’s of the two of us, but my sister did manage to get this one:

As for Hogmanay itself, I went into town and watched the fireworks. They were alright, but I’m wondering how much the local paper paid the people they spoke to that loved them and thought they were brilliant. One person thought they looked 3D which being, y’know, real and in you actual genuine three dimensions shouldn’t be much of a surprise.

Look, look, I know, shit weather and budget cuts and all that, but, seriously? A 15 minute firework display that doesn’t even last 15 minutes is the best the city can do? Can they not ask Twatface Woods or new cooncil mate Trump or Wiggy Milne to chip in and have something a bit more spectacular?

Moan over.

Then, today I went to my favourite place in the world ever to see my gran. Three of us jammed in the back seat, it felt like being a kid again. Except only one of us was a kid, as I’m sure Tracey and Jamie would agree…

Before we left, Jamie decided that his gran would make a very comfy bed…

And that’s really about it.

In case you’re wondering, no actual New Years resolutions, just a promise that I will definitely get more writing done. AKA, the same damn promise I’ve made for months.

Supposed to have a meeting tomorrow to get my months notice from work. Ah, well. Fuck ’em. I booked this time off long before I was told I was being made redundant.

Here, have Charlie Brooker speaking about the single most annoying song of 2012:

Will