It's all over for another year and thankfully mine was uneventful, by that I mean we had power and weren't flooded unlike other poor souls in Sussex. The chaos at work was well documented on the news and in the tabloids but lucky me, I was on days off so managed to avoid all that.
The indoor fireworks were a hit although little Lara seemed unimpressed.
Presents...I had a few. Now why do I always get something phallus related from my colleagues...?
(They know me well though, I'm always cold so this hot water bottle will be well used) Last year it was chocolate dicks, I dread to think what it'll be next year!
Lovely crochet book....
....slippers and P&P DVD. I caught the first two episodes of Death Comes to Pemberly at xmas but missed the final one, Mr Darcy was less than enigmatic I thought.
New years resolutions? Nah, not bothering with that shite but am hoping to join a gym to fight the flab. It's been slowly creeping on these last few months and I can't blame it all on middle-aged spread, time to take action. After the excesses of Christmas I'm feeling a bit like this.
So of course what's the first thing you do when you're trying to lose weight...go out for a ruby with the girls obvs! No really I am serious about this, you'll just have to take my word for it.
I'm planning on having a clear out of sorts as well. I get a charity bag through the door at least once a week it won't be hard to fill it. I've got books galore and plenty of 'stuff' I'm sure the chazzas will be glad of.
The sun has just made a brief appearance and hilighted all the dust, cat hair and filthy windows hereabouts so I'd better go and get myself reacquainted with the duster.
I wish you all a very happy and healthy 2014