When I think of the Hogmanays of my childhood I always seem to be up to my elbows in cleaning stuff. My mum insisted that the whole house had to be turned upside-down and scoured from top to bottom in the traditional Scottish way. As I am the youngest by far, it fell to me to do it all.

This is one tradition which I never had any intention of keeping going and if there is some dust from 2009 still in the house, who cares, not me anyway.

I think it will be a quiet Hogmanay for us this year, although you never can tell until we get there.

As promised in an earlier post, I’m going to be rejigging my blog for the new year. At the moment, it’s very basic as I wasn’t sure if I would carry on with it, but as I’ve had lots more visitors than I had anticipated having, I’ve really been encouraged to continue. It doesn’t seem to matter that I don’t have a post every day, I’ve always prefered quality over quantity in anything.

Look out for a Scottish cliche at ‘The Bells’.