There are no hangovers in the Beattie residence today.
During yesterday afternoon Husband dragged me out of the house to prevent from feeding my manuscript through the shredding machine. He bought me some stationery, some chocolate and two hula-hoops and then we went to Starbucks.
When we got home I resolutely refused to look at my novel. Instead we got out the hula hoops.
We had a lovely quiet family New Year, watching National Treasure films, eating satsumas and then watching the panorama of fireworks from our balcony.