I've fallen over the finishing line of the year, rather than breasting the tape with aplomb. But who cares. Another year over - the new one a week away.
2005 will not be missed in my house - and the work year ended with being rejected (for more work - not at the Christmas party). No worries - enough to do in 2006. About which I foolishly feel more positive.
There is the return of the prodigal to look foward to on Boxing day when Newcastle come to play.
And my in-laws come today - so better get tidying up.
Meanwhile the breadcrumbs are almost glowing with excitement. Which means we are up to 8 on the tantrum scale. It is going to take a week to calm them down. Make that a month.
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