Stansted Airport was shoulder to shoulder, standing room only. Security was strict and alert. Shoes off, and belts, shuffle forward holding your trousers up, thanks to the bloody Islamists who would kill if they could. A bacon baguette previously frozen ensures indigestion, and adds to the travel misery of the Saturday between Christmas and New Year. it is a price worth paying for new year with friends, but pay it I must. Ryan air promise only cheap flights and punctual arrivals. They deliver that and for the price I have no complaints. Not an easy airline to love, but that is not their reason for being. They make what I am doing possible and for that I am thankful.
Friday I have completion on my house to attend to, and all of the work that follows a house purchase, but in the mean time there is the New Year fest at VMCK. We will join the rest of the motorcycle gang and face 2013 as a group.
Shopping and cooking. Bertil leads with the main. Oxfillet with a chanterelle mushroom cream sauce. Östen has organised gratin potatoes and asparagus. I think that is right. My part is Cock-O-Leekie soup to start. Hearty Scottish fare to keep out the winter cold.
Did we get drunk? Of course! For the vikings the web of weird connected all times and places, all people and events. For us it is our mobile phones connecting us to those we love not present. The networks are busy tonight. Midnight arrived one hour ahead of the UK. My friends know of Auld langs ayn but do not know the words. New Year is not right even for an Englishman without that wonderful Scottish song, so fortified with malt, I gave it the best I could, and let my song roll out a little drunkenly across the huge expanse of lake Vättern. If not elegant, it was lusty and from the heart. I´ll have a sore head tomorrow, but what the hell.
Happy new year to all of you who follow my blog. May 2013 bring you what you wish for yourselves.
God Ny År
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