We started the evening with champagne and will finish with it too, but it’s already 2019 in much of the world, so we’ll count it as midnight as soon as we want to go to bed. It’s past midnight in Moscow already, so I sang the tune when it came to the hour – because that’s the sort of thing I do and, whether or not LT quite realised it when we got married, he deals with it manfully. The cat looks horrified, but Tim suggests that is her normal expression and nothing to take any notice of.
You see that I have no regard for grammar any more. I apologise but make no promise to change.
I have no idea what the next year holds, but nor does anyone else – of course, we never did have, but we had an illusion of a degree of certainly, which has dissipated and left us confused. But in our personal lives and here, we’ve still got a community and we value each other. So here’s to us, darlings. Let’s be steady.