There is a Very Loud Party out on our square, so it's useless to go to bed until they've wound down a bit. Although Mr Sweetie did make up the spare bed in the guest room (which is situated on the far side of the house... not a lot of help, but every little bit will count).

He's made a cup of mint tea for me, to chase down the half bottle of Cava minus one half glass - poured out onto the cobblestones when someone's "party popper" when off and threw confetti over us. And into our glasses. I notice both Mr Sweetie and I sipped as much as we safely could without imbibing the confetti, then tossed out the rest.

There was a goodly number of folks on the square, despite the cold. Impressive, when the sparkling wine gets colder, eh?

Time to go check the text messages on my mobile... I sent out enough, and the log-jam is clearing enough for some answers to be coming back by now.

Happy New 2009!