Happy New Year!

Happy New Year! Or as Gethin said on TV last night, Blwyddin Newydd Dda.

Chris, Ruth, Eleanor & Tim Holmwood have been staying, and for New Year's Eve we had a super party with Dan & Kirsty, Rhian & Gill as well, with much wine & pork casserole consumed by all. Charades from the Radio Times were duly performed, though "Masterpieces of Vienna" took some doing.

Today we went to Cardiff Bay, which delighted Tim as we saw site after sight of Doctor Who filming. "This is where the Slitheen had a meal with him..." or "this is where Mickey said it was cold..." or "this is where the rift opens up" and so forth. (Though at one point I whispered to C& R, "for adult Torchwood audiences, this is where John Barrowman had his civil ceremony...")

Unfortunately for Tim, he & Chris had just walked into the cinema to see The Golden Compass as Eleanor & I were sitting at a table by the Doctor Who exhibition outside, when Russell T Davies, writer of the new DW shows, walked right past us.

Unfortunately for me, Eleanor & I went to see the St Trinians movie.

The photo? C,R,E&T (not in that order) silhouetted against the afternoon sun in the Bay.

It's an homage to this photo, taken at Penarth four years ago to the day. Only four years. My computer assures me this is the case. But the kids do seem to have grown somewhat in that time!

And now to prepare for the year ahead. What are your hopes? I'm going to write a book this year. Murder, rape, betrayal, hope, loss, and ultimately forgiveness - and that's just the first chapter. Like all first novels, it's a thinly veiled autobiography really...

Now, back to the bubbly, I think we have some left -

Iechyd da!