I’ve done this in my Dad’s hometown in Scotland with whatisname (my much loved brother – btw I LOVE both of my brothers but younger one was sunning himself on a Navy Ship in the Caribbean or SE Asia or the Med !) and our Auntie Christine, who was married to Dad’s younger brother for 6 whole weeks.

Back to the point, GB.

We spent a couple of hours on 31st December in a dreich pub with zero atmos.

Auntie Christine bought me a dram which I chugged and choked on. Then we 3 got #bored. So we went to her parents’ home where we were all staying and had a PROPER Hogmanay.

Jan 1st in Scotland means waking up with aching bones and feeling slightly confused about what happened last night :o)

Soooooo NOT PC. Bacon Sandwiches at 2am ?

Have I OVER-COOKED my History?

Whatever :o(