My next-door-but-one Blogging Brits neighbour Rhys has had a good new year ... . B and I went to bed at 11 pm with chamomile tea and listened to Radio 4. I am now offically middle aged. How does this happen?
I am hoping it's a one off ... Last year we partied respectably. Two years ago we drank far too much a friend's party, walked home at about 2am in the freezing rain and B proposed to me under a lamp-post with a 'No Dogs Fouling' sign on it - I had to lean against it to stay upright. I accepted ... but we were both so hung over the next day that we were each slightly nervous about mentioning it in case the other one didn't remember :-).