Wishing you a happy, healthy New Year. May the sun shine in unexpected places.
We’d planned a very quiet New Years eve, but it didn’t turn out that way, I spent it with Mum down at A+E, she really wasn’t very well. Some very nice people from the ambulance service came along and bundled her up and whisked her off* to be checked out.
Accident and Emergency department New Years eve? Now there’s an experience, fortunately we were there for early doors, but you could sense the lid being prised off Pandora’s box as the evening rolled along, the mix of anxious new parents with sickly babies, the old and the frail started to shift to the extremely drunk, the bloody, bruised and the battered, with attendant police officers, girls in shinny party dresses and smudged mascara sobbing in minors.
All the staff were lovely with Mum, she’s been admitted for some tests. It was just gone midnight when I left, being a first grade country girl, not used to being in town on such a night, I was stunned by the volume of fireworks lighting the sky and entranced by the paper lanterns, I sat in the car park and watched for a wee while, before carefully picking my way home around people who had lost all sense of where the pavement stopped and the carriageway began.
Today I feel like I have a hangover, but without the indulgence.
*I was shocked to hear kids had been banging on the side of the ambulance as it drove into town, the ambulance crew thought they had hit someone. I shouldn’t be surprised because people tell me it is what happens.
It was probably as well I wasn’t following immediately behind.