I’m not normally a superstitious person but I’ve often found that the last few hours of the old year dictate how the new one is going to be for me, personally and emotionally. I know it sounds crazy but this peculiar notion stems from way back when in the 1980’s.

As a college student I was always keen to go out and enjoy a New Years Eve party and set off with my two friends whom I’d known since the age of 5 to walk to a New Years Eve party. We didn’t mind the walk because that meant we could have a drink (remember the legal drinking age in the UK is 18!)

Anyway, we were able to have the party because the friends parents had stripped up all the carpet and didn’t mind the mess. During the evening I had a great time and ended up a trifle giddy (?) talking to an old school friend of mine already known to you all as Mr Kate.(of course he wasn’t Mr Kate then because unbeknownst to me he was someone else’s boy friend) We were friends at school from the age of 14 when we met in chemistry class.

Mr Kate was very gallant and let me yak his ear off for several hours about how I was giving up men for the new year. At the end of the party,just after midnight, I kissed Mr Kate.

I left the party and got half way down the road when I realized I had really liked kissing Mr Kate…so I went back and kissed him again.

And that, my friends, is how it all began.
Almost twenty years of married bliss and I owe it all to a New Year’s Eve kiss. I still think I made the right decision to go back and kiss him again. If I met him now, I’d do exactly the same thing.

So now you know why I’m superstitious about New Years Eve. Hopefully writing about this will make sure that we stay together for at least another twenty years!

Happy New Year everyone-and may all your dreams come true.