Accidentally perfect New Year's Eve

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Entirely without planning, last night turned out to be the night that I didn't feel like cooking at last, so I spent a New Year's Eve in with a take-away. Chinese take-away, alcohol, a little bit of filing and watching Skyfall turned out to be the perfect way to spend the evening, even if I was probably in the bathroom when the clocks struck midnight, and by that point had started drinking mulled wine from a half-pint glass. I didn't have to keep making conversation with people I'd long ago got bored of talking to, didn't have to pretend to be fascinated by the same televised fireworks displays from around the world, didn't have to assure anyone that "no, really, I'd love to stay on till midnight". I sat around in my pyjamas, half of the time on the floor with paperwork spread out around me, booked my grocery delivery online, looked over some paperwork that I'm going to have to send to my accountants, organised my business receipts and worked out the potential divergent pathways that will lead me to my objective in the new year.

And when I wasn't strategising, I was being cynical about product placement, especially having seen the Defender used in the opening sequence up close and personal, or, occasionally, scoffing at procedure in Skyfall. I did enjoy the film, though I felt that it took a little while to pick up, which is probably due to my not entirely paying attention at the start and wanting more car chases and gunfights overall really. That said, it must have made something of an impression if the dream I woke up from this morning, involving James Bond pulling me away from a workplace assessment to go have sex instead, was anything to go by. Start as you mean to go on as they say.