New year’s eve. Not my favourite night of the year:
It pretty much marks the end of the holidays (although this year the weekend has the good grace to extend it by three days)
Everything is expensive, taxis are impossible, and there is a pressure to be out, you get in late and the kids still get up at 6am.
But stay in and the TV is crap, takeaway is prone to go astray on route, and the kids still get up at 6am.
For the last few years, I have been rebellious. I buy some food from M&S, I scarf a small drink from our drinks collection, we watch a DVD we got from Christmas and go to bed by 11pm!
Start the year as you mean to go on, I say.