I am home from my party. My feet hurt. I am mildly drunk (although not as drunk as I should be. The party was so civilised I actually asked out loud at one point: "Does no one in London do drugs anymore?" Which made everyone laugh. And then sigh. And then they all said "No" really sadly.) And then we ate foie gras and apple pies and drank champagne and watched fireworks and danced.
Resolution: to think up some decent resolutions.