Down the local shrine after dinner, two bottles of red and enough cheese to sink Mr Creasote. We have a 4 hour song contest on TV which is on every year on NYE, been going for 70 years, survived that. The eldest stayed up, which was cool. Was a bit like a soft landing to the adult world. Mrs got swallied, so I was changing nappies and rocking the youngest to sleep. We nearly turned it in at 11:30, but took the daughter out to the shrine. Where she met a couple of school mates and rang in midnight.
HNY everyone!
