Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the want, the care the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

(Ring out, wild bells – Alfred, Lord Tennyson)

No New Year’s resolutions for me; maybe next time…

Happy New Year to all of you! [...] There is no point in me wishing you some generic stuff that you already have but do not realise so go ahead and fill in the blanks with your wildest desires.