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.
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.
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