Is that heading giving New Year wishes in Gaelic? Well, only if you regard the Scots as a backward people. For those who did not register immediately, that first bit reads ‘Happy New Year’ backwards. Hopes are that this will make it go forward better than the last one did.
Below is a song which is a tradition with us at midnight on 31st December. I am descended from a Scot who is argued to have been the first English-speaking South African – Robert Hart. The song was, of course, written by Rabbie Burns in 1788. I also found a version by my favourite singer of Scots ballads, Kenneth McKellar.
May 2016 exceed your wildest dreams as the best year ever – making only one group miserable. The prophets of doom.
An Old-Year quote by 4-year-old J who saw a large cockroach a week or so back and wanted to be picked up. I assured her that the cockroach was more scared of her than she was of him. After lifting her I mimed him quaking and said, ‘He’s petrified!’
‘Petrified means he rocks!’ she responded confidently.
And the beautiful but camera-shy Red Bishops who have been visiting have now been named by her ‘the vicious birds’.