Log fires & Take That

I had a wonderful New Years Eve. I'm always surprised when I do. I approach them with such trepidation; there always seems such pressure to have a night that surpasses any other. on reflection the best ones have always been those spent in the company of people i don't know very well, this year was one of those occasions. For one evening in a little pub in Kettlewell there was, along with log fires, a Take That medley playing (favourite boyband to the landlord) an openness, warmth and a genuine wish that everyone would have a happy new year.

I didnt want the evening to end or the holidays but i cant escape the first day of term any longer. I no longer have the sinking feeling i used to get in the pit of my stomach as a child and part of me cant wait to laugh with a class of thirty about how my friend bought herself the new Cliff Richard CD or refer to the Arctic Monkeys as the Chilly/Cold/Freezing Monkeys just so they can laugh at me. Its just a shame there is so much work to be done and no log fires in the staff room.