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Well, Happy New Year to you all. We had a terrific Christmas with family, friends and lots of silly games - particularly homemade Deal or no Deal. Nanny made a spectacular Christmas dinner, so good I didn't have room for pudding! We spent time with the Glums, more great food and daft games. New Year's Eve we were invited to one of the Four Musketeers' house for a party which turned into a karaoke fest. We left before the shots started to be drunk as we had a beach date set up for New Year's Day. We will be staying next year tho - if invited. (Judging by the hangover reports the next day - it was a monumental party!)

New Year's Day, Nanny, Mr Fink, Little Fink, me, the Glums and Glumdog (fox terrier) went to Worthing in West Sussex. We had dry, crisp weather, a lovely walk up the beach, fish and chips al fresco and lots of beach combing. We finished with tea and sandwiches on the promenade, Mrs Glum brought her little primus stove and had freshly boiled water for the tea. We did get a few odd looks from passers by, we also got lots of people wishing us happy New Year.

Mr Fink is finally loosing the plot. He went to the cupboard to get a tin tuna for dinner, reported that there was none and walked away. I checked and there were 2 tins right at the front of the shelf?????

He pout the water on to boil for pasta, sat down, watched TV for 40 minutes, went back in the kitchen, steam and condensation everywhere. He just turned to me and said, "In 8 years time, I'll be elligible to get insurance from SAGA." Hmm, it shows!

We all wish you a happy and healthy new year. xxx

Poor Matt

Did I tell you that several weeks ago I had a dream that Matt Baker (Strictly Come Dancing, Blue Peter, Countryfile) was going to marry me if he won Strikly? I didn't? We it happened, the dream that is.
I chose the colour scheme for the wedding, rhubarb and custard, organised my friends to be bridesmaids and flowergirls - do you know how hard it is to get 40 yr old women to wear velvet knickerbockers?

Then on Saturday the big day - The Strikly Final. I couldn't join my entourage due to adverse weather conditions - boy did I mutter and swear all afternoon as the snow kept falling - so we communicated via Facebook. Me in me farthingale and them drinking Pernod & Black 10 miles away.

The dances were done and the voting began, I looked for the phone to vote for Matt - Little Fink had stolen it because she wanted Kara to win. DOH!

At the end of the day Matt came second to Kara, a very worthy winner. Matt was gracious in defeat and I'm sure I saw a tear in his eye when he looked at me down the camera? Heigh Ho, so i packed away the dress and the bustle and the wings and thought about what could have been.