Hey, it’s a new year

Well here we are in 2013. It has an ominous ring to it what with the unlucky connotations of trece. Today is my first day back at work. One of my resolutions was to cycle to work ‘all the way’ which means a 60 mile round trip. Unfortunately this was not to be and I am typing this at home in the loft room while on my lunch break. I can hear the children playing downstairs which makes me kind of sad to be missing out on the family fun. Gabriel and Laurie have come round for a play and Jake is in his element showing them his new toys. Anyway, my inability to get up at 6am to turn the pedals ended up being a good thing. Looking through my emails I saw that our office has been flooded, so the advice was to work from home until the level of the Thames subsides.

This morning Erin, Fiona and Deon left after having spent New Years Eve over here. This year we all made it to Hilly Fields at midnight with at least 200 others to cheer as firework displays went off all over London in a panoramic display of noise and colour. Prior to midnight we played Just Dance 4 to much hilarity trying to mimic Psy and Gangnam Style. Copious amounts of alcohol added to the general sense of merriment.

The children loved Christmas as expected. Jake was the proud recipient of a number of Skylanders Giants, while Mia received a new baby doll to look after. She has named her Baby Eyelash. Her previous name was Baby Nearlythree but this moniker has fallen from favour. Boxing Day was nice and relaxed round at DK’s just slobbing about watching telly, eating and drinking.

Yesterday, to combat the general gluttony of the festive period we took advantage of the only clear, dry day to take a long walk to Greenwich Park. It seemed that most residents of London had the same idea because Greenwich was heaving with bodies milling aimlessly about. The tearoom in the park was packed so we decided to head for the Maritime museum. When we got there we found it closed after a fire evacuation. So on the town itself. We tried to get into a number of Cafes before we found a free table in the Waterstones Cafe. It wasn’t big enough for all of us but the fact that we were in a book shop meant we could browse while the children and one adult sat and had their coffee.

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