To most people, midnight on New Year’s Eve is a special
moment – a time for squealing and kissing and hugging and setting off fireworks
and singing Auld Lang Syne while toasting the moment with a wee dram of Scotland’s
major export. And yet somebody chose that moment to visit my blog (and I should
point out that they came from a country in the same time zone as the UK.)
Should I be surprised? Certainly. Should I be honoured? I
don’t know.
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