Well, I partied hard on New Year's Eve. Oh yes, those of you who know me well will be unsurprised to learn that by 11 p.m. I was utterly hammered, by midnight I was the life and soul of the party, and by 5 a.m. I was dancing on tables. I woke up two days later in the South of France, dressed in native Estonian clothes, and had to hitch-hike all the way back*.
It was back to work today... I think the thing I shall miss most about the break is the Mrs Nunn-isms. Some of my favourites over the last week or so:
- "You can't sell the car on Ebay. Don't be ridiculous. How would you post it?"
- "Of course I know what MP3s are. I'm not an idiot. They're very small discs. Like mini CDs."
Ah well, the parties are over, and it's back to Proper Work from now on.
* This might be a lie. I might be trying to cover up the fact that a) I'm pretty much teetotal and b) I was fast asleep by 10.30 p.m. Shut up, I was tired. The fireworks woke me briefly at midnight, so it still counts. Shut up.
2 comments:
The fireworks woke me briefly at midnight...
I'm not bl**dy surprised. There were enough of them. My family (watching on TV) came to the conclusion that were a terrorist to decide to blow up the houses of parliament, that would have been the ideal opportunity...
:o)
David.
im sure mum came out with another gem, what was it!?
BJ
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