In days gone by we would have had the whole family here and neighbours popping in and out after the bells, but after the upset and strain of Christmas, I told the Daughters that we would prefer a quiet night at home. It was far from quiet with OH off to bed by 7.00pm and up and down all evening demanding help to get dressed as he thought he had slept and it was morning. He was woken by the fireworks at midnight and we stood on the front door-step to watch them, me in my PJs, OH in his PJ trousers and a shirt and tie. A kiss and a 'Happy New Year' and so to bed.
This am there are pictures on Facebook of the family having a great time, partying together with their friends. This is what I wanted and I am content.