After a somewhat surreal Christmas and a workload that found me back in the office this week, a proper night-off for a party at the hosts-with-the-mosts was just what I needed.
I drank far too much bubbly, ate far too much spectactular grub (got to love a friendship ring that includes people endeavouring to out chef each other) and generaly had a fine old time.
Taxi home around 3am (or was it 4am?) turned up within 10 minutes of making the call and I slept the long, deep sleep of the just (or the just plan knackered/tipsy).
Here's to 2009.
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