On my way to work.

Princes Street, no buses, no trams, no access. 

I walked in, finding every step inhibited by a barrier, or a sign post, or a block of concrete, or a newly set up stage, complete with a monster sound system. But I got there. 

Work was rushed and annoying and full of things we could not do anything about. 

But they let me out early and I went to the pub and caught up with friends. I was far too exhausted to stay up for the fireworks. I was in bed by ten. 

Happy New Year to you.