Had a fantastic new year's eve, which - you'd probably concur - is a rarity. Friends and family over for dinner, friends stayed, family went home and to other parties, and we ate lamb and played music and didn't watch Big Ben but then the kids dashed into the TV room to see the fireworks, then some of us chatted till 3am, somehow managing in the morning of Jan 1st to go for a walk in the Great Wood, mainly for the benefit of Biscuit the Golden Retriever puppy. Then we said goodbye to our NYE friends, hosted another family for 90 minutes over lunch, then drove to Colchester in the rain to see our third set of friends for 2012 who were having an open house at their place; and we're hosting two more families tomorrow, which is the extra bank holiday, so action-packed barely covers it. The dishwasher we bought when we got married 13 years ago this March is certainly living up to its brand reputation for rugged durability. Whoo-hoo for us.
And here I am at 0030 on Jan 2nd, blogging rather than catching up on sleep. Or doing any useful writing either, I might add. Reports today indicate another sale of "Teen Cinders" - the author was in fact present at the time, driving the sale and presumably banking a further 29p (eventually) - but more significant must surely be the continued geyser bubbles of ideas for "LDF", which sits at the stage where it must not be talked about, or it'll evanesce into the atmosphere without ever being written. So further reports need to be curtailed, and just put down in the first draft.
Okay, let's change the subject: tonight we ask, is Ben Nevis proper preparation for Kilimanjaro and the Seven Summits? Is anything? And when might winter end sufficiently to go up and do it?
