It's 5.30pm, Uncle John and Auntie Vickie are here and the Top of the Pops New Year's Eve Special is about to start, so I don't have long.
We've got our improvised party hats, lots of drink, our little man and we're intending to party 'til midnight. And then we'll probably go to bed as we're getting quite old now.
If you're reading this before Big Ben strikes 12, I hope you have a great night.
And if you're reading it after the event, I hope you had one.
But in all cases I would like to wish you from the bottom of my Guinness glass (which is about to be quickly filled):
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!