I missed Christmasthis year - I was stuck in a sweaty heap of used tissues and sudafed wailing "its not fair".
Luckily everyone else stayed fit and well and, as we were at my parents the girls had so much attention from everyone else that they didn't really notice.
People seem to be either Christmas people or New Year people - My Mum, for example, is definitely a Christmas girl and gets a bit blue on Hogmanay.
I am the opposite - I love the turn of the year, the blank sheet of possibilities, the friends, family and feasting, the move towards outside. That 2 minutes a day extra daylight is beginning to show and shoots are poking through the soil.
Tonight we join friends and neighbours for a feast and first footing and tomorrow family and friends come for lunch. For the past couple of days I've been making terrines and jellies, marinating oranges and pickling prunes. It has been so wonderful to potter about and feel well.
I've even used up the extra cranberries left over from the door wreaths to make the most beautiful coloured vodka you have ever seen.
And best of all, as the events in the next 48 hours are within welly walking distance, I intend to make up for my Christmas by getting in some serious partying.
Thank you to everyone for their comments, attention and general loveliness over 2008.
Happy Hogmanay & see you next year.