Other popular meeting venues included the parks and gardens, in particular Hyde, Green, and St. An exception was AlmackвЂ™s Assembly Rooms, which opened in 1765, and admitted both men and women. There were very few upper-class public social venues in London open to both sexes. Lord Byron referred to these galas as marriage marts, because it was the best venue for young ladies to encounter possible suitors. DГ©butante (French for female beginner) balls were a highlight, hosted at the grand houses of the aristocracy. IвЂ™d love for you to share with me in the comments below.During the Regency and into the Victorian era, the London social season was particularly busy from April to the end of June, but events were held throughout the winter, starting when Parliament returned in late January and included military reviews, dinner parties, and charity events, and went on to the end of July. Now IвЂ™m really curious about how you welcome in the New Year? Need to take a leaf out of my own book, lol). Just be kind to yourself on the hard days when things arenвЂ™t quite going to plan (says she who is way better at preaching than practising kindness to herself. And if you do have a big picture vision thatвЂ™s okay too. We donвЂ™t always have a big picture vision. So if you do happen to feel like youвЂ™re lacking focus or direction for the year maybe honour the old clichГ© of taking things a day at a time. I like Sammie! Can you tell? You should pop on over to The Annoyed Thyroid and read a post or three. Taking each day as it comes, living it with as much purpose and meaning as the circumstance of that day allows while noticing the splashes of joy like I always try to do! Think I just had a light bulb moment for some writing! Thanks for sharing Sammie. вЂњThank goodness IвЂ™m not alone! No new word and no New Year resolutions for me. But if youвЂ™re like me and the thought of committing to self-designed expectations for the next 12 months makes you break out in a cold sweat then maybe my comment left on SammieвЂ™s post may resonate with you and dial back those heart palpitations much like the effect SammieвЂ™s post had on me when I read it! If you have come up with a word to guide your year, or made lists of your goals, or defined your desires for the year ahead then all power to you. Surprisingly (or not surprisingly) the answer is NO. So the mutual aversion we share to setting New Year commitments conjures up a very interesting questionвЂ¦Дoes this then mean that we are destined to flounder through the year ahead with no purpose or direction driven by fear of failure? Maybe half-sisters because Sammie likes baking and cooking and I bloody hate it! And partly because I know myself so well, setting resolutions for the whole year is really just a glorified exercise in setting myself up to fail.вЂќ This is partly because I have commitment issues вЂ“ the idea of choosing one word andВ one (or more resolutions) andВ having to stick to it/them for the whole year makes me feel quite anxious.

вЂњIВ feel likeВ such a rebel because I have neither a word for the year, nor do I have a resolution. While dithering around I have managed to do some blog reading and this particular post from Sammie at The Annoyed Thyroid New Year, No Word certainly got me thinking about goals and New Year resolutions. Being kind to myself when the вЂswitch offвЂ™ comes has never been one of my strong points. It usually only lasts a couple of days but I find the tiredness and funk extremely irritating. I just tend to keep going when I have to and then fall in a heap when I donвЂ™t have to keep going. IвЂ™ve done sweet fanciful all the last day or so. No place like home for healing though is there. HeвЂ™s home recovering now in his own bed looking mighty comfy and feeling a whole lot better but far from lots and lots better. Off to emergency we trundled and the poor bugger then spent most of the week in Critical Care with an infected gall bladder. Not that IвЂ™ve ever done such a thing (bites lip and looks skyward avoiding eye contact).Д«ack to Doug and the parting words of our friendвЂ¦Дoug didnвЂ™t last 48 hours from when those words were spoken. I take it as a sign of maturity and contentment rather than admit to being two boring old farts that now prefer to stay home with a cuppa and mind numbing tele rather than dancing around someoneвЂ™s lounge room to вЂBananaramaвЂ™at 4.30am sipping on half spilled alcoholic beverages.

We donвЂ™t usually do much on this milestone evening anymore. вЂњYou stay out of hospital this year Douglas!вЂќ These were our good friends parting words as she placed her hands on the back of DougвЂ™s shoulders before she left for home at the very late hour of 9.30 pm New YearвЂ™s Eve. This post was inspired by the lovely Sammie at The Annoyed Thyroid.

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