As profoundly dismal as it is to wake up on Christmas morning in hospital – with the crudely placed tinsel decorating the ward; and the thought of the dry, flavourless turkey you will eat later that day – there’s something a little more depressing about taking your first few breaths of the new year from beneath the sheets of your single cot.
I wonder if there’s a countdown over the PA system, and if the doctors and nurses sing ‘Auld Lang Syne’.
Goodnight, folks.
2012: RIP. See you on the other side.
-- Purveyor of Imagination -- 
Happy new year Brian! Hope 2013 brings you closer to your dreams. Good health, happiness and a lottery win for you and yours!
Wtf? U alright or is this a story?
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Right back at you, Kirstin…
Nicola – life is a story. Sometimes it’s a comedy; sometimes, a tragedy. I’ve sent you an email.