Happy New Year
I love New Year’s Day. Especially in Dubai, where you can be guaranteed a fabulously sunny day, with a crisp start that blossoms into a beautiful, warm day. The trees in my neighbourhood blossom at this time of year and I wish I could bottle the scent of their little yellow, puff-ball flowers.
There’s nothing nicer, for me, than sitting outside in the sunshine on New Year’s Day, with a clear head, thinking what I’m going to achieve in the upcoming year.
New Year’s Eve, though, is a bit take-it-or-leave-it for me. Ideally I’d go to bed before 11pm and wake up fresh for all that flower-sniffing and thinking on New Year’s Day.
Anyway, staying in wasn’t an option this year. Having decided not to splash £500 a head on the QE2 party, and not to sit in traffic trying to get up to the Burj Khalifa to see those fireworks live, we plumped for two parties, both held by dear friends.
First up was the party thrown by our friends across the road, who’ve entertained us on NYE every year since 2005. We stayed with them for a catered sit-down dinner, speedboat racing and midnight kisses, then trotted tipsily down the road to our other friends, to join them for (more) dessert, dancing by the pool and telling stories by the crackling open fire.
It was so late there was barely any point in going to bed before DS woke up, but it was great. Even if I didn’t win the speedboat racing.
Happy New Year!