Staying at home getting slowly sozzled on cheap plonk on one’s own because the baby is in bed and I’m a mummy now.
Having a grumpy husband who seems completely oblivious to the fact that it’s New Year’s Eve.
Quarter of an hour early the New Year is hastened in across the road by sparklers waving and children dancing. I smile and wave back.
Midnight comes and the village rednecks emerge en force with firecrackers – oh yay! The dogs go a little crazy.
Scared witless, Gingernuts makes a break for it as I try to secure the latch on the front porch and escapes into the firework blasted night.
Said dog goes straight for aforementioned neighbours and their pyrotechnics .o0 (why oh why does he always try to escape and run away to them?!)
Extract hound from tangle of humanity across the road and spend next hour locked in office with him shaking at one’s feet, comforting him.
Toast to the New Year with fresh glass of grapes and delicious chocolate rum balls.
Surf same sites over and over in attempt to harness some festive spirit, fail.
Actually wish oneself back to being at a dodgy goth club in London for New Year where one may have had to wear head to toe PVC if one didn’t want one’s clothes stained with grime forever, but at least there were celebrations and the ride home on the Nightbus was always interesting, albeit a distant memory come sozzled morning.
I miss Big Ben sounding in the New Year, and the count down on the telly.
I guess it beats last year though. One cheap flight home from the UK and a miserable (read, hellish) experience through immigration led to one exhausted and upset Kay crashing out convinced that she was experiencing contractions.
At least Sam slept through the commotion.
Here’s to 2007!
Pip ray! Pip ray! Pip ray!
Bye bye 2006. You were actually a fantastic year, thanks in no small part to the arrival of Samuel Allen to our little household. Seems fitting that I finally managed to get around to put this video together this evening. I love my little boy so much. I can scarcely believe how much he’s grown up already, I know he is the same bundle we brought home from the hospital, but barely recognise him now. Though, I’ve changed quite amazingly too.
Very much looking forward to what the new year brings us, and trying to cope with everything Sam will throw at me.