We brought the New Year in standing on the front doorstep straining to hear the chimes of Big Ben from the television. When we were sure enough time had lapsed, both of us, with a glass of Bucks Fizz in hand, (and in Paul's case, a bag with some bread, greens, piece of coal, and a two pound coin) entered the house as "First Footing." Tradition is that it should be a dark-haired stranger. However, over the years this has been relaxed.
Then we (and Tiny) watched an incredible firework display from the London Eye and the River Thames on television. The display, which lasted almost 15 minutes, was the most impressive either of us had ever seen. Even Tiny was glued to the TV set. By 12.30am everyone was in bed and ready to call it a night.
In the morning, Paul's dad called to wish us happy new year. Paul then made our usual new year breakfast of fried bacon with mushrooms in a buttery milk gravy like sauce. It's excellent. But very filling and very fattening. Needless to say, this is a usually once a year event.
Later on Dawn called her sister Kelly to wish her a happy new year. And Paul made the traditional New Year dinner of pork, greens, black eyed peas and cornbread. The latter being made from plain cornmeal, as we can't get the mix over here. Oh yea, Paul added a British twist to the dinner by baking some of his delicious roast potatoes.
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