The Morning After the Night Before

After all the raucous partying of NYE, he just couldn't face the sight of his roast dinner on new year's day.

Actually he went to bed at a very reasonable hour for a 2 year old, after having a chinese takeaway and doing lots of running around our new living room. We grown ups had quite a tame one too - chinese takeaway with a film projected on the wall, and an unexpected last minute guest from Oz (I couldn't have been happier!! She's one of my bezzies - the perfect way to see in the new year). After midnight we sent my Dad out to do the firstfoot thing, but as we were missing any coal we burnt some toast as a substitute. Finished off the night with lots of silly dancing. Today we met with another branch of the family (Brother's inlaws) for a very tasty carvery, followed by parlour games and cake. My Dad was 'God' in the sticker-on-head game, which he guessed remarkably quickly given that the people who heard him ask "am I fictional?" all gave him different answers. I nearly blipped a photo of postman pat and the invisible man trying to figure themselves out.

Happy new year all!