My NYE consisted of:
- a bottle of bubbly all to myself,
- staying up watching Braveheart, criticizing the history,
- and beating boyfriend around the head with a roll of clingfilm, when he inadvertently let slip that he had once been involved with a female colleague of his, after previous denials. (I so knew it!)
Yeah, I can’t think why more people don’t invite me to parties, either.