Skype linked my far flung and not so far flung family as 2016 made its exit. I didn’t go to the pub, but that could have been a sad and lonely experience, just me a pint and some pulled pork watching people having a good time.
As it was, mum and I juggled the laptop and glasses of Cava as we shared the BBC’s New Year celebrations. Robbie pumped up the volume before the spectacular firework display over the Thames.
I stayed up to watch the Medicis on Netflix. The political intrigues and ruthless self-interest might give me some insight into how 2017 turns out across the globe.
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