NEW YEAR'S fEVEr

These three are still too young to be spared the excitement of New Year's Eve.
A non event until the age of 13.
Quite brilliant between the ages of 15 and 25.
A strong sense of deja vu from 25 to 35.
A barrier to an early night thereafter.

Finn, Mimi and Leo were all fast asleep (not just Finnzy-Bob) by the time we adults got to watch the New Year celebrations on TV5. Except that being a French medley TV station, they were one hour behind and we missed Patrick Sebastien's (cringe) bonhomie as the count down was... well... counted down. In French.
On the plus side, we demolished a bottle of champagne (well, mostly me) in 15 minutes and tuned on to RTE and it was Mrs Raheny's turn to cringe at the New Year forced joy that has to be broadcast for the masses.
The highlight of the evening was the brilliant dialogues in Prête-moi ta main. And the totally impromptu bottle of champagne. And the kids behaving really well and playing together indoors due to the shite weather with hardly any bickering or fighting. And the wild Atlantic smoked salmon (uncle Martin asked the salmon for proof of wildness as he unhooked it from his homemade fly). And the venison (another victim of Uncle Martin DIY approach to organic food). And the crab claws (Uncle Martin etc.)