So another year, another party.

Although it was a far less drunken affair than last year when I had to be escorted home by my husband on one arm and 4 year old son on the other! I made a complete fool of myself last year so decided not to do a repeat performance.

Like last year, Wendy had a party at her gaff. As my family is spread all over the place, Hogmanay is a time to get together. I had family come from Aberdeen, Kirkcaldy, Glasgow and Manchester. The Darlington contingent couldn’t make it this year unfortunately. I didn’t drink too much on the whole but that didn’t stop me from doing the Sally Maclennan dance with paper plates and having a few rounds on the karaoke (well it is Hogmanay after all).

My mother, it has to be said, did not fare so well. Her trademark phrase “I just can’t get drunk on Morgans” has been proven wrong, completly and utterly!!! Let’s just say (as I know she reads this), she wasn’t seen or heard from until the 2nd of January. Say no more.

Hamish was over tired following a late night the night before so we headed off just after 1am leaving Heather to continue partying in my absence (that’s my girl).

Gary, my cousin Sharon and my Dad

 

Libby sings another tune

 

Aunt Mina and Gary

 

Oliver and my cousin Yvonne