In my case, the main tradition for New Year’s Day is seeing how long I can put off clearing up the aftermath of last night’s New Year’s Eve celebrations.
Right now I have managed to drink four cups of coffee and have spent two hours gazing out of the window at the extraordinary amount of detretis from fireworks which currently litters our courtyard, without fetching the broom.
The temperature outside is minus five. That’s ear-freezingly nippy.
I think I’ll just put on another pot of coffee….