Waking early on the morning of New Year's day, I enjoy the silence and realize that it is probably the quietest morning of the year, following what must be the noisiest evening.
Watching the faces of people watching fireworks is almost as good as watching the fireworks themselves. It would have been difficult to get to and from the Embankment in order to see them live, but seeing it on television is a good substitute.
A damp day without much incentive to go out is a good one to look through seed catalogues. I contemplates carrots, which I haven't grown for some time, and note, with satisfaction, the varieties resistant to carrot fly.
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