I know this is probably really pathetic but here I am, five minutes into the New Year writing a post.
Dana's bunged up with the flu, the kids are asleep and I'm still awake (just about). There are fireworks bursting outside and everyone else I know is either getting drunk or certainly having more of a memorable introduction to the New Year than moi.
Anyway, I am still getting a modicum of comfort in the belief that I'm not the only one who will be blogging at this very moment.
I guess this means we're into 2006.
Time for bed, then.
All that you have is your soul (Tracy Chapman).
Sunday 1 January 2006
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