Happy New Year to all my readers.
After seeing in the New Year I’m moving a little more slowly today!
Do you remember when I told you about the barman, the actress and the prostitute? Well that story started in a two-storey apartment in McMahons Point. The owners are friends of ours and after 30 years, they have sold their beautiful home with its stunning and enviable location that’s right on the water’s edge overlooking the Sydney Harbour Bridge and Opera House.
This was to be their final New Years Eve in their home and so there was absolutely no way they weren’t going to celebrate. But they didn’t want anything big. So it was family-only plus me and Carl. Blessed! And they said we could bring our little guy because there’s no chance of finding a babysitter on NYE and he couldn’t stay home alone. Exciting times for Alfie.
Getting to McMahons Point wasn’t easy. On New Years Eve the streets closest to the harbour are all closed to traffic and there are clear-ways everywhere so you can forget about taking your car. We went by bus with Alfie whistling all the way because he was in overload. The bus dropped us at North Sydney and then, with hoards of others, we began walking down to the water.
We had to pass through bag-checking stations to make sure we didn’t have any alcohol on us. I breezed through without anyone gazing into my bag but Carl must attract suspicion because he was pulled aside for a thorough examination. Then we continued on our way only to find the street was fenced off and they weren’t allowing any more people into that area. Once I’d convinced the security guard that we weren’t planning on taking up space in a public area but instead had been invited into someone’s home, we were allowed through the gates. What an ordeal!
We arrived at the apartment empty-handed as you’re not allowed to carry alcohol so I did feel a bit rude. However, our friends have been through this for many years and are used to guests arriving with nothing to drink.
Our friends are very generous so we didn’t leave hungry. We started the night with a pre-dinner drink with a selection of pates and dips and olives with champagne. Then garlic prawns were put onto the bar-be-cue followed by little sausages. This kept us going until the 9pm fireworks where I had to cuddle their little dog, Molly, who was howling with fear from all the bang, bang, bang of the fireworks.
After the first round of fireworks we sat down to a buffet dinner with a smoked trout, thinly sliced and very rare wagyu beef, hot glazed ham with ‘ham jam’, potato salad, rocket salad, tomato and basil salad and warmed bread rolls with red wine. There was enough food for about 50 people but there were only about 20 of us at the party. I ate to the point I couldn’t move. The season of feasting seems to be going from strength to strength.
Just before the midnight fireworks, chocolate-dipped strawberries were served and I was able to contribute some honeycomb that Daisy gave me for Christmas.
The fireworks were amazing and, as it is reported in the media every year, ‘the best ever’. From where I watched them they certainly were. It was an incredible display filled with vibrant colour and enough bang, bang, bang to kick you into the new year. Alfie said he could feel the noise going right through him.
We crawled into bed at 2.30am. Alfie was first up the next morning – he’s inherited a bad gene where he can’t sleep in. Like I said, I’m taking things slowly. It’s past noon and I’m still in my pjs. But I haven’t been too idle; we’re off to another function tonight and I’ve been whipping up a few things in the kitchen – the feasting and celebrating lives on.
I certainly had my best-ever New Year’s Eve and I hope yours was equally as wonderful. May 2014 be your best year ever xx
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