Because I absolutely abhor the way New Year's Eve is made into a huge shabang, I won't be making a retrospective post. I'll be drinking tea and lazing about. Huzzah for not noticing when the clock strikes twelve!
(But there's one tiny thing I might have to point out: 2011 was the first year when I sometimes felt like a bit of a grown-up. I take that as a plus.)
Now I'll roll back my shoulders and take a deep breath. And then just keep on breathing, straight into this new year. I wish you all the most glorious, sparkling and memorable year so far. Let 2012 treat us well.