Only joking. We celebrated the New Year with the London Fireworks at 6pm Chi time and are now in pajamas listening to our daughters sleepover fun through the monitor. We may have another drink. We may also fall asleep on the sofa and set our alarms for 11:45.
To make ourselves feel a little more cool, Nick and I were reminiscing about New Years of past where we spent our time freezing at a West End street party in Glasgow and celebrating with friends in Vegas. We'd never have imagined 7/8 years ago that life would've taken us to where we are now, a little battered but extraordinarily grateful to be here with our little brood. I still have to pinch myself occasionally to remind myself this is real, the bad and the brilliant. This time last year, I had a radiotherapy session and welcomed the New Year with friends and pizza. If someone had told be me then, that I would be here now; in pjs, in remission, with my family and A DOG snoozing at my feet, I'd have found it almost too perfect to believe.
Here's to 2016, to the amazing possibilities it holds and making the unbelievable, wonderfully believable.
Wishing you all a Happy New Year!