He shoots....

This year was a bit of a failure on the world stage, it seems, though I'm sure we could all find some personal triumphs. (This shot was not one of Mr B's triumphs.)

Trip to the local park for badminton (on tennis courts) and basketball; which nearly finished my fumes and fog riddled lungs off for good. Later, the rest of them "he's behind you"d at Panto, while I wimped out and snoozed instead.

After all that, we assembled all the fishy canapés you could dream of and partied like it's 1999 until dawn.

Well, a bit before dawn, truth be told. I think we're getting on a bit...