My lack of enthusiasm for NYE and NYD never went down too well with my late husband, a Northumbrian born, bred and raised. My parents never made much of it, other than my dad being pushed outside at 11.59pm and, having visited the coal shed, coming back in with some coal and kissing us all. Here in Northumberland, maybe forty years ago, parties and first footing were very big but it doesn't seem as popular these days. Being your own first foot was considered unlucky. As a child, I remember visiting my grandparents in Liverpool and being in bed but awake at midnight listening to the tugboats on the Mersey blowing their hooters to welcome the new year.
This year my eldest son will be here but he might go down to the pub for the evening. I'll watch TV, have a glass of something and see the new year in, probably alone. That's fine. If my son is out, I might wait for him to get back but likely I'll go to bed soon after midnight.
Happy New Year to all GNers xxx