Was kinda hoping DP would get down on one knee at the stroke of midnight and produce a ring and ask me to marry him.
Actual: we stayed in and watched several episodes of the Scrubs box set santa brought me whilst we ate chocolates (also brought by santa) and I drank a bottle of wine (not brought by santa) and DP drank a selection of beers of the world (brought by santa and my family). Midnight came and I opened a mini bottle of champagne and we had a glass each, we watched Jools Holland and I tried to dance in the spirit of New Year but DP said he couldn't dance so therefore he didn't, even though there was no one else in the house except for DS fast asleep.
2008 and looking on the pissy side of things the three of us are living in the spare bedroom in DP's parents house (very, very long story), I don't have a job (a jobless permanent temp) and DP doesn't appreciate what that tiny gesture of a ring means to me after all this time and all we've been through. He's been teasing me with this for several years now, since before DS was born, and it just feels like one big torment, especially when he drags me to a jeweller's window and asks me what I like.