the vegetarian mincepies have been eaten, the mulled punch drunk and there's enough used wrapping paper here to sink a battle ship (as my nan would say), or alternatively, fill the recycling sack. so, its time to think of the new year, the eve of which my other half still refuses to discuss as it's 'way off'. erm, no, darling its 3 days away now.
having had an upsetting start to december i'm looking ahead to the new year with a hopeful outlook, fingers crossed, wishing on rainbows and bales of hay, and any other superstitious symbols of good fortune you can possibly think of. i still think i'd rather avoid the bird's poo on the head though, if that's alright with you.
so, charge your glasses, sing Auld Lang Syne, and Happy New Year for 2011. x
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