A Quiet Night In

The Boy went out last night for New Year. When I mithered about him drinking (cos he doesnt) he was most offended. Just not when I am around, apparently. Obviously I dont set him a good example. Apparently(two apparentlys? oh, three) it is obligatory to dress up. As an old man.
We had guests, in the form of the Merman and Mermaid, who brought their huge truck and dumped it in the street. You could live in a truck as big as this (oh. That's what they plan to do). Luckily, the house next door is abandoned, so the lack of daylight didnt matter. We have inherited all their gardening stuff which is a great present. And some music on my USB stick. Thanks! We went over on the ferry to Shaldon for some beer, but were back early. Poor Mermaid slept all day today (as the cats stamped noisily down the hallway). The evils of drink!
Of course, if I was in charge, these things and horse boxes and caravans would be banned from the roads between 6am and midnight. But then, I am not in charge.