Under the auspices of auspicious beginnings

All should be thankful that I didn't actually post the drunken entry that seemed really funny on New Years Eve when I was blearly writing it. And I'm going to try to condense the holidays into a few choice words for ease using only H words.
Hectic: finished work at 4 on x-mas eve. ran (well, quickly walked) along the bank of the Thames to catch a train to Andover.
Hospitality: Wayne and Patricia took excellent care of us. Excellent care included lots of tasty food, warming booze, delightful tour of Salisbury and surrounding area and a drive to Gatwick so that we could catch a plane to N. Ireland.
Hung-over: most mornings
Hoards: of relatives
Haunted: the castle/hotel that my cousin got married in. It was a really lovely (short) ceremony, but I didn't see any ghosts
Harrowing: Our plane back to London made an emergency stop in East Midlands because the pilot smelt smoke in the cockpit. We were bused to Gatwick-- a short three hour journey.
Hardpressed: to think of another appropriate H word to describe the holiday that isn't sickly sweet.
Wayne and Patricia came to the city for New Year and we went out for sushi and drinks. We only saw the attempt to blow-up the London eye on T.V., but it was still impressive.

And so far the New Year is delivering. An article I'm actually quite pleased with is finally online, as is my profile of the Urban Annex. Rumour has it that I dun good at my placement and I've also got a contract job for the next month.

Right on 2006