or not.
New Years Eve was a total wash out. Some bright spark decided to send a shitload of fireworks up at midnight which scared the kids half to death and it didnt stop there, the party over the road went tits up and the fighting began...at 2 in the morning and continued until well after 3.
Now everyone knows I love a good party, I'm not a killjoy - at least I never thought I was anyway and indeed its true, I love a good gossip too and so cant wait until my mate Jen wakes up so I can find out all the good gossip but please...
I have kids for God's sake. Why do these people that have grown kids suddenly forget what it was like to have little ones in bed on these nights, of course Angelina slept through the whole thing but she would, a bloody earthquake wouldnt shift that one but Jake (who sleeps in the front bedroom) thought the house was falling down. He was completely hysterical and took ages to calm and that makes me a bit more than a lil fed up.
Still all that early hours excitement didnt stop them getting me up at the crack of sparrows fart as usual. So here we are at 10 am on New Years Day with nothing to do, party at Mum's is cancelled and the kids are bored.
Wonder what's coming my way next?
