We blagged a coveted invitation to the neighbourhood NYE party this year, which was really great. I managed to glue on a great number of fabulously glamorous eyelashes - the kind that come in little clumps - and scratched my eyeball trying to remove them the next day. The glue is like the stuff you use to make model planes, and it dries to a scratchy, pointy crust. Where are all those overprotective nanny-state health and safety rules and regulations now that my cornea has been abraded I ask you?
I felt a bit bad when I saw the aftermath ready for recycling. We might have stayed to help clean up. But instead we came home and listened to loud (well, suburban politeness levels of loud) 80s music and for once we didn't carry on drinking, which was a great mercy for all concerned. Hurrah!
Happy New Year.
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