New Year

I'm not big on New Year celebrations. I've had a couple of most excellent ones, but the remainder are too full of memories of feeling single but hopeful, then single but hopefully drunk, then single and lonely, then single and desperate and so on. Now I don't drink and have not-one-but-two-adorable-but-pain-in-the-arse-children who get up religiously at 6am I just can't see the point in joining the freezing cold masses in a giant piss up. I'd never stay awake long enough and enjoy it anyway.

So this year, we stuck two fingers up to tradition and went to bed nice and early. Yummy.