Happy New Year’s Eve

Our yearly photo outside the front door on New Year’s Eve. Then off Rach and Martins to eat our weight in cheese. We were in bed before the clock struck 12. But was rudely awoken be a lot and it really was a lot of fireworks.

Jealous that I couldn’t be at Claptrap dressed as something being with C getting drunk on gin fizz but a ‘coach potato’ had to do!