Should auld acquaintance be forgot . . .

But they won’t be, since we seem to have invited a mess of them to our house this evening. Nine adults, eight little girls, all told (but not told much). I was up late baking bannocks, so Happy Hogmanay to ya!

Alternate entry: Although it doesn’t sound like me, I’m entertaining tonight. Well, I’d say I’m entertaining every night, but that would just elicit a groan from the better half . . .

Alternate entry #2:If you come to the house of non-drinkers on New Year’s Eve, you’ve got no one but yourself to blame.