Happy New Year!

It doesn't get better than this. Ants resplendant in kilt, a supper of dim sum, fizz and stroganoff with the inconquerable Lizzy, pints and singing our hearts out at the Half Moon - (with the landlord, at closing time) - then adjourning to an upstairs flat for cheese and port.

Okay, so the walk home took an hour instead of the usual 25-30 minutes, and I was grumpy by the time we got there (not least because my lovely flatmate left the lights and heating on - at 25oC! - before taking off to London for the night - argh!).

But after a quick kip, I was ready to do it all again, and headed round to Guy and Sal's for their annual brunch of smoked salmon, cava and other gourmet delights. Mmmmm.