Ed’s letter
When our kids were still too young to tell the time, New Year’s was at nine o’clock, although they didn’t know it. Sparklers would be lit, bubbles popped and heartfelt good wishes exchanged, after which they’d swagger off to bed, proud to have seen the new year in with their favourite grownups. The second their downy, trusting little backs were turned, the favourite grownups would haul out the good stuff and have a thumping good party. These days, the thought of being tucked up in bed with a nice cup of herbal tea at 9pm on New Year’s Eve sounds completely fabulous to me, but given my ‘friend group’, as the youth say (anyone know what happened to just ‘friends’?), the thumping good party it will be. And I will…
