h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Here I am watching the year drip away in the corner of my P.C. and thought I would add a few bits to my journal.
My little house is warm and dry. There are fairy lights around the door. Daffodils in bloom in the garden. The Boss is sleeping up stairs, cosy in bed without pain. My son and grandchildren are at a party in Sennen and have 'phoned their good wishes. Outside Fireworks are rocketing across the sky scattering exploding multi-coloured stars. Seeing the old year out with a bang. I have the curtains back and the window open;I have a childlike fascination with fire works.
In a few minutes hundreds of local people will gather in the village square and stand around our Christmas tree and sing carols. We use to go up at one time but now many of the singers are more than a little drunk so we stay home. here the year will drift out much the same as it has for years gone by.
It is those in South East Asia that come to my mind now. I watch with horror the scenes on the television screen and feel helpless. As most of us on hootoo will do I am sure, I have sent something to fr @salvationarmy.org.uk as they have workers there on the ground already and it will be put to good use immediately. That address can be cut and pasted into a search endingfor people who want to know more. It goes to remind me how fortunate I am, I have The Lost Boy and I can visit,lay flowers, and talk to him. Thousands of poor souls are left not knowing where there loved ones are. i am alive, if a little creaky, The Boss has been cured of a deadly illness. My family are happy healthy and have all their needs met. How can I feel truly unhappy when I am so blessed.
This afternoon I walked from Pendeen Church to the light house, and then along the cliffs to Portheras beach. The sun shone, and the wind was kind to me. The sea did not look cruel, gentle rollers with white crestsand the wind just whipping anough spray into the air for me to taste it. Salt without the crisps.
I started this lournal yhinking I could useto to argue with The Boss about past events she says I never remember(a kind of aide memoir) and I also thought it would interest my grandchildren. However it just morphed into somewher I chat to people I don't know and they have become friends. I have had wonderful news from U.G which brought tears to this stupid old mans eyes, and I have had good wishes from others including my bestest enemy on the mix 3 thread Quack who is such a wit and makes me with laughter at someof his postings
ItIs Time HAPPY NEW YEAR

I made lots of typos and didn't check cos wanted it on at midnight
Matter does it

Don't matter a 'Plugged Nickel' as they say in the Movies old Mate.

And I know the News you refer to from UG, anyone who cry's about that ain't stupid, just human, there ain't a lot of us left.

Shame I only just came across your Journal, been a bit tied up working out how to write my Guide entry.

..Quack