A little bit of pixie dust...

Since dressing up as Peter Pan for Matty's 30th birthday (see picture) exactly one month ago, I seem to have absorbed something of that legendary character's traits, namely, to avoid being a grown-up. This has manifested itself largely in my rekindled party spirit following that crazy 'Magic & Mayhem' night. The fact that it was also the starting block of the festive season's inevitable social merry-go-round can't have helped either. As per my previous post, the office party took place hot on the heels of Mat's do, hangover barely subsided, for 'round two'. The absence of blogging in the ensuing weeks can largely be put down to the fact that I've been stumbling round in a semi-drunken haze ever since. Not that I'm complaining, far from it. I sincerely thank the spirit of Peter Pan for reminding me that there is more to life than mortgages and housework. While most of my friends are settling down to have kids, I'm determined to have one last stab at being one myself!