We had a very enjoyable Scottish and Portuguese Hogmanay with Kenny and Helena and a host of their family and friends. I was relieved that the virtual reality headset seemed to stop working, so I was spared the humiliation of flailing around looking like a fly in its last throes stuck to flypaper with an audience around me. We set out to the street with a few minutes to go until midnight, despite the lashing rain. I stopped to try and help 2 girls put up their umbrella but it was broken and they threw it away. Bryn had on his party shoes and was a light display before the main event. A crowd of youngsters counted down and the first firework exploded dead on time. It was a fine display with high spirits, much hugging and a slug of whisky from Kenny’s mother’s hip flask, a first for me!