Just back from my run in the dark and drizzle over slippery cobblestones whilst all and sundry were firing their arsenal of bangers and fireworks from windows and balconies onto the street. It was like being in a shelled city in world war 3 and I may have run a bit faster than usual - moving target etc. Lots of things I like about life here on the continent but New Year isn't one of them. Missing Blighty a bit, sniff.
Happy New Year everyone and happy running!