I believe I heard of it in Norway, that if you put socks over your shoes or boots it will stop you slipping on the ice. So I begged him for a pair of his old socks and tried it. It seemed to work, at least I didn’t walk like an ancient but strode, boldly. The stick helped too. I didn’t care what people thought, I mean who is out at that time? Anyway, I had my walk – though the cold was bitter. We went to sleep at our normal times but woke to the sound of fireworks, first at 12 pm and then on and on until about 12.30pm. Fireworks sound like gunshots when one is sleeping. It was too cold to get out of bed and look, though I wish I had. I hope they were having fun. I’ve always found New Year Eve rather melancholy. Does alcohol help?