I am Miss Havisham sitting in her old spider-invested mansion regretting the past and hoping for the greatness in the near future.
New Year’s Eve, birthdays and last days in foreign conuntires are always filled with great expectations, often so great there is no way reality can achieve such dreams.
But like life, greatness occurs between birthdays and New Year’s Eve, in between the first day and the last.
My last day may not live up it Pip’s dreams but sometimes a bottle of good white wine and a plate of pasta is even better.
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