I guess it’s good to be home, but then we’re not even really home and the thought of seeing in the new year without any of our friends or family is even more depressing. God, I’m all homesick now. I miss so many things.

I miss my Mum, who was such good company on holiday, always up for everything, and just the biggest laugh ever (I nearly passed out with hilarity when she got up in the night at the hotel in Gatwick and fell over her suitcase - #2 went ‘Grandma, are you drunk?!’: Mum, you’re the best - shall we do it again next year?

And all my lovely friends: C, darling, give R a big squeeze for me tonight, tell her Happy New Year and have a drink on me. B, you’re a big looney and I love your mad emails and miss going up the school seeing little I going ‘oy!’ every five minutes and eating bagels stuffed with that fishy stuff..yum! And J, whose new little baby I haven’t even seen yet, I miss going out for a curry and ‘doing lunch’.

I miss my naughty Dad and my even madder middle brother, who will always be a teenager even though he’s forty, and my sensible older brother who makes me feel twelve again, and my sisters in law, who have always been like friends really, and my beautiful nieces and nephews (on both sides) and Hubby’s lovely family who are always so nice to me and I miss walking down the high street and bumping into people I know, and..oh, I don’t know, just everything really. Hey ho. You’re all lovely and I miss you every day. Mwah. Now where’s that chocolate.

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