I woke latish, feeling very strange. Eventually I realised that I was feeling the absence of Niamh in the house, pulled myself together, and went back to sleep. I felt so ill! I've had a bad cold for a while (couldn't sign on on Thursday the 20th because I was so ill). Rob tidied the house while I slept in, and he made me tea and fed me Lemsip and so on.
In the evening, Becky and Darrell were throwing a very tiny party in our house, because we have space. Everyone was late, thankfully. Gideon and Jen had only just got back from Ireland after Christmas, and Darrell's car broke down while they were out trying to buy methylated spirit for the fondue set. This meant we had time to get the house semi-civilised.
Vast amounts of food and alcohol arrived in the house, and a Bill Bailey DVD. And people. It was great; the women all dressed up, we all ate a lot, Gideon made hot ports for everyone, and someone dropped their piece of bread in the fondue.
Rob already knew what fondue was; he'd read Asterix in Switzerland. I knew what it was because I'd eaten it in the nonsmoking wine bar in Blackrock, Co. Dublin.
At midnight Darrell walked in to the library where we were watching the DVD, toasted the New Year, and walked out again.