It occured to me this week that in the midst of moving house I forgot to post any pictures of my New Year's Eve. Call me an old fuddy-duddy (I love that word), but the thought of braving the icy temperatures, crowds and expense of London didn't quite appeal. Instead, I cooked a roast chicken for Frank, and we spent the evening playing board games, dancing round the lounge to Jools Holland and getting tipsy.
Even though we were staying in, it was fun to dress up and wear my new shoes from Barratts.
Frank had never played Jenga. Can you believe it?? I often make reference to his heavy-footedness, and stupidly thought that winning was a sure bet. I was wrong. He didn't let me forget it either.
Incidentally, do you (or anyone you know) stick your tongue out when you're concentrating? It never fails to make me laugh that Frank does it constantly without realising.
Overall it was a super fun evening, and a big improvement on the last few years. I'm looking forward to seeing whether the trend of fun and general happiness continues throughout 2013.
Happy New Year!