Happy New Year, tiddley-pom

Hopefully by the time you read this it will be 2007. If it isn't, what the hell are you playing at? This is no time to be on the sodding internet! Well, I realise I am, but that's different, I'm also halfway through drafting a long post about internet addiction.

Unsurprisingly I don't have the energy to be out there partying my little cotton socks off, which is kind of a shame. Still, on the plus side, I won't have to pay treble for a cab home, and snuggling in bed with my laptop didn't require me to book tickets in advance. There's always a plus side.

Pip is also likely to be at home, because the Littlun is too young to understand anything about New Year's celebrations or get anything out of it beyond a stinking temper about his sleep routine being disturbed. So today we went out and had a really nice lunch, the three of us. Which was nice.

I went to sleep really early this evening, before I'd had dinner even, and that paid off because the first barrage of fireworks was at 9.30pm. I can rest and meditate despite fireworks but I can't do actual proper sleep through them, so if I'd stuck to my usual routine and tried to settle and get to proper sleep at 10 or 11, I would have been on a losing tack. Anyway, I made myself a sandwich for dinner and settled myself down and now I'm just staying safely put - late evening on New Years Eve is not the time to come unstuck and have to call for help.

All this means I'm in good shape to manage to stay up (yes I'm in bed but you know what I mean) till perhaps 1am. By then, the fireworks should be all done, most of the partygoers will have sung their way home, and I can get back to the rest of my proper sleep. Yay planning!



Happy New Year :)