New Year’s Eve

No New Years resolutions for me this year as I really don’t think there is anything I would want to change about my life, my achievements and adventures or the people I am lucky enough to surround myself with.

New Years in Sydney is a stressful one I’ll admit to that! I spent most of the day annoyed at the pathetic excuse of security at our viewpoint, Mrs Macquarie’s Chair, and the other half fighting old ladies who think it’s okay to push in a queue – they clearly weren’t English!

But the minute the fireworks began every little other thought simply left my head. All I could think was how lucky I was to actually be here, in Sydney, for New Year’s Eve.

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