New Years Eve always carries expectations (nay, compulsions) that everyone MUST have a cracking good night and do something amazing. We figured the best way to guarantee it was to wander in to the regular Sunday session at the Half Moon with our friend Lynne, (who also joined us for orphans Christmas.)
Quite a late one, as nights at that pub often are, but a happy time, lots of singing and general laughter. Cider, whisky, Baileys, and a cab home at 4am. Bliss.
New year's day was one of my happiest ever, I think... went over to a friend's place for brunch - arrived to find Barnes absolutely ratted and giggling on the couch, while Sal and Alan ('nother music mate) stood in the kitchen with guitar and melodion in hand, writing a song about how it must feel to be Barney when he's hammered.
As always at their place, the food was abundant, and gorgeous - smoked salmon with lemon juice and fresh crusty bread, scrambled eggs, oven roasted tomatoes, wild boar sausages, and bubbly. Yum.
It was hard to tear ourselves away from there, but we had to then get away for "Christmas - The Sequel", an annual dinner that my workmate Z and her partner Marc hold at their place, involving baked ham and turkey with all the trimmings, cheesecake, some very blokey blokes from the local rugby club, drinking games and some Little Britain. So glad to have had the day off today...
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