Useless tart

Jonathan made a lovely roast beef dinner tonight. No, really, it was very, very nice - I didn't have to cook, just watch while 'they' ate Yorkshire puds.

Paul came round too.

We got through 1 bottle Cava, 1 bottle Mead (sweet but oh so very yummy,) 1 bottle Champagne, large dollops of Kahlua and then we went to the pub and I had 2 large vodkas.

This is why I don't make New Year's resolutions. It's cos I'm a totally useless, weak-willed, lily-livered tart that doesn't know when to say NO.

I'm a bit pissed again.