The occupants of Casa Uborka tend not to make much of a fuss of New Year’s Eve; indeed I cannot remember the last time I left the house for it. This year a dinner party was planned almost by accident [Ms Gammidgy: “I think we’ll be okay to come to yours for NYE.” Me: “Uh? Oh. Okay, that sounds fun.”] The Gammidgys are such bad influences that they have already installed their booze in our garage for the occasion.
I started writing this post with the intention of asking you lovely people to sum up your year. But don’t overthink it; no-one should have to work hard today. If I had to pick one highlight it would be hard, but I’ll choose our day in Paris, with finally running 5km as a close second.
Tomorrow we might emerge from our hangovers for long enough to ask you what you’re looking forward to it, but today’s questions is, looking back, what was so great about 2013?
Primarily just getting through it, what with changes to car, job, finances etc.
Other than that? Probably the two weekends of re-meeting friends I hadn’t seen in far too long, and doing all the catching-up stuff.
2013 was all the year all the Gammidgians really got the hang of camping. I managed 6 trips (some on my own) and had good weather for all of them. Topped off with a lovely trip to Barcelona in November. Very successful year of travelling – not exactly exotic locations but all proved interesting and enjoyable.
2013 was a landmark year. After years of struggle, K escaped from a ghastly work situation, and entered a hard-earned new phase of fulfilment, security and freedom. I haven’t seen him so happy in years. This cushioned the blow of my redundancy, which would have been a disaster even a year earlier, but which in turn set me free. 2014 will be another year of massive change, as we leave Nottingham and Derbyshire, and relocate to a dream home in a beautiful part of the world. I don’t know exactly what lies ahead, but I can’t remember the last time I felt so optimistic at the start of a new year. It’s all good.
That’s lovely to read, Mike. Happy new year to both of you.
Glastonbury – second year for Kirsty and I, much more relaxed and much more fun! Epic times indeed.
Clare – finding a wonderful, lovely woman and being able to be part of her life.
Kirsty – Despite not having the best year herself, still able to make me laugh and be there when I needed her.
2013 was a huge money suck. Most of my year has been spent waiting for surgery. Getting hit by a truck on December 30th was the icing on a rather shitty cake.
It wasn’t all bad– I learned to make bread, thanks to the encouragement of Uborka’s bake off, and this was the year the basement became livable (see-money suck). I think the highlight was our michoui on a perfect June night for 30–all of them friends. I only wish you could have been there too.
I have no thoughts on 2014- I’m just hoping it’s better.
Venice 🙂
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