happy hangover!

why oh why oh why oh why?
new years has two predictable paths: path one: find some friends and get really drunk; path two: bah-humbug the whole thing and wake up the next morning feeling smug that you're not hungover.
this year i chose path one and
a.) found some friends (yes, i have them, despite the fact that i probably piss them off royally for most of the year)
b.) got really drunk and...
c.) had a super duper time getting drunk with said friends (there was laughter! merriment! mohito's made by husband! wine tasting game provided by efficient slightly-less-drunk than us at the time neighbour! lots of food! more laughter!)
d.) clonked up to the loft to check out the fireworks over london town drunkenly clonking past mol & liz's bedrooms shouting expletives and general clonkiness (usually am a wee bit anal about not clonking past their bedrooms less they wake from their beauty sleep, not that my little beauties need it... nothing to improve on their faultless perfection. not sure if you can have faultless-perfection in the same sentence?)
e.) wondered about my new years resolutions... (maybe try to get my head around the sodding child-tax-forms i keep getting sent mend the puncture in my bike so i can get to work by my own power not that of the increasingly stinky over priced driven by madmen/women bus oh and the predictable no drinking in january maybe no cheese because i'm more addicted to that than anything else in the world - maybe east enders a bit...) work out where a ' is supposed to go so that my sentences become more grammatically correct
f.) and then passed out at 1.10am - a record late night for me - i actually don't think i've stayed up that late more than 3 times since i became a mother.
g.) woke up this morning parched with a snotty nose that was blocked (possibly the worst sort of nose issue to sort out - how do you blow a blocked yet very snotty nose? nearly impossible) and thought to myself: how long will i feel like this? the answer is: at 6pm my hands are a bit shakey so i guess the hangover is beginning to kick in. it was merrily postponed by a long walk on hampstead heath and the discovery of a cafe called MOL's which nearly made me cry with amazement at the pure coincedence of the name! i'm easily made cry. i'm clearly not with it as i can't write english right now.
and oh my god! have you been to the heath recently? its like a dog-off circus! everyone is there with crazy animals on leads. from tiny little things you nearly get stuck in the tread of your shoe (even if they wear hi-viz jackets - which they mostly do - you still don't see them) to GIANTS which liz screams at as they loom towards her as though she's about to be kidnapped by snakes - giants with muzzles on their snouts, giants with huge bollocks that dangle just at liz-head-height, giants with mad looking owners who carry dog-brushes and spades with which to shovel the elephantine-size shits off the paths with. and when you follow the lead up to the hand that is holding it and then look at the owner... it often says it all. all the rich hampstead-highgate nut-cases wearing matching barber-jackets that their doggy-woggy is wearing... its just plain bonkers.
i could have put liz on a lead and she very possibly could've been mistaken for a new bread of hairless hind-leg-walking puppy. (wouldn't sell very fast as its taken over 3 years to potty train and sadly this bread of dog answers back.) they'd've been queuing up to have a stroke and ask who the breaders were...
ANYWAY. hangover ramble.
liz & mol have watched the railway children and are having a quick bath before they go on to watch charlie and the chocolate factory.
in't near years day tv smashing for hungover parents?
what is your new years resolution i wonder?