New Year

I was in bed on New Year”s Eve by 10pm, not for the first time as I am not someone who feels the need to see an arbitary day dawn. It was odd therefore to be having a celebratory lunch at a local Chinese restaurant this week to mark the Year of the Ox. There were eight work colleagues with me; all were Chinese or of Chinese ancestary. It was a fun meal and made me wonder about having a rolling set of lunches to mark assorted New Years. A quick Google tells me that the Jewish Mew Year will start in September and the Muslim New Year a week before Christmas; giving me four parties across four months