w00t! 2003 is gone
….and thank God for that. We made it – I’m off to have “We Survived 2003” T-shirts made. Anyway, a new start this year. Start my new job in a few weeks, we’re back in our newly refitted house, and I’ve just built an enormous curry for New Years Day lunch. I’m frighteningly organised today – the chicken is marinaded and sitting in the fridge; the sauce is made up; I’ve even pre-prepared the naan dough so it’s just ready to be slapped into the oven (Debbie won’t let me have a tandoor. Note to self: must nag harder). We saw the first casualty of the New Year celebrations this morning – a bloke who lives along the end of the street (in his forties) staggering along the road at 10am wearing one shoe and one trainer and guzling a can of beer. Dear God.
