Motorblog A Few Fireworks: Went off around here at Midnight, thankfully, short-lived, as the 19.5 year old cat hates them and still hides under the bed.
Another year out, another year in; same s**t but we're 12 months older, and made only worse being paid 10 days early, so January will be its usual cold, bleak, l-o-n-g self.
February will cheer us up, though, as the evenings start drawing out and the faint glimmer of another summer starts twinkling on the horizon of our lives.
Nil Illegitimum Carborundum.
Cliched, but it still fits the occasion.