The occupants of Casa Uborka tend not to make much of a fuss of New Year’s Eve; indeed I cannot remember the last time I left the house for it. This year a dinner party was planned almost by accident [Ms Gammidgy: “I think we’ll be okay to come to yours for NYE.” Me: “Uh? Oh. Okay, that sounds fun.”] The Gammidgys are such bad influences that they have already installed their booze in our garage for the occasion.
I started writing this post with the intention of asking you lovely people to sum up your year. But don’t overthink it; no-one should have to work hard today. If I had to pick one highlight it would be hard, but I’ll choose our day in Paris, with finally running 5km as a close second.
Tomorrow we might emerge from our hangovers for long enough to ask you what you’re looking forward to it, but today’s questions is, looking back, what was so great about 2013?