Posted by sean on January 1, 2015 at 1:19 pm in Fun At Home with No Comments

Firstly, a happy new year to my blog readers. I hope you all had a good night and are not suffering the after effects of too much fizzy pop from the night before.

It must be a sign of getting old. Last night I was in bed before midnight. Granted it was only ten minutes before the turn of the year and I was still wide awake in bed when half of Bath let off all their fireworks.

My New Year’s Eve was spent in the house with Claire. She prepared a buffet, which we enjoyed while watching The Inbetweeners 2. Claire had just done two night shifts and I am recovering from a nasty cold/man flu (I now have my voice back), so we were both rather tired, but managed to enjoy the film.

2015 is going to be a big year for us – it is less than 6 months until our wedding. From today, we can officially say “we’re getting married this year”.

With today being New Year’s Day, we’re following the tradition of attending a non-league football game. Bath City are playing Weston Super Mare. It’s a miserable day and raining; however, the game will most definitely be on – it doesn’t take a bit of drizzle to call a football game off at Fortress Twerton – unlike elsewhere

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