Big hair night

I didn't get any fireworks images but wow! They were good, from the pub at the bottom of the hill in Rodborough.

This is me getting ready to go out. Far too much faffing! I ditched the black velvet dress as it was big enough to be a coat, and let down the up-do hair as it made me look as old as Maggie Smith in Downton Abbey! The occasion was a party in Rodborough. Met some new people, played some new games, ate a pizza made with last gluten-free flour in Stroud, because there's been a run on it..

As the bells rang out, we trooped out to watch the
Fireworks, came back in and tried not to mention Brexit. Always difficult.

Stumbled in to bed about two a.m, sober enough to remove all traces of make up!

Happy new year, every blipper!