We had a 6-week old baby (DD) so we hadn't gone away for New Year, we were at home in Cambridge. At midnight we wrapped up and went out onto our balcony to listen to the fireworks going off all around us (we couldn't actually see any, only the flashes in the night sky - it was just like being on the edge of a war zone). On New Year's Day I learned that an old friend had died the day before in a climbing accident in Majorca (the trip we would have been on if it hadn't been for the baby). So my memories of Y2K are bittersweet.
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Date: Thursday, 17 December 2009 09:34 (UTC)