Happy new year to you all.

Here’s hoping you had a wonderful festive season full of laughter, family, friends and gluttony, a bit like mine.

No regrets though, as it was a time to eat, drink and be merry. I’m paying the price for it now, as I only have one bra and one pair of jeans that fit me. Please note the obligatory mention of me starting my diet will only happen after I’ve finished all the chocolate and biscuits in the house. I hate waste.

Christmas was so much fun, made even more special as it was the first time both the children sort of understood what was going on.

Every morning they wanted to rush downstairs to see the decorations, a mince pie and carrot was left out for Santa on Christmas Eve and when it came to opening presents, let’s just say they were beside themselves.

On New Year’s Eve, Michael and I had a sumptuous lunch with friends at Marcus Wareing Restaurant at the Berkeley Hotel. It was amazing, and something different because for the last 10 years, I’ve held a new year party at my house.

But those days are over. Michael and I headed to bed at 10.30pm having channel hopped for hours as nothing was on.

We were woken up at midnight by local fireworks, so did see the new year in, before falling back to sleep.

One word that’s been overused in our home over the last couple of weeks is “mine”. We’ve all become a bit territorial.

The children are refusing to share toys, I’m unwilling to relinquish the last chocolate in the box or my husband is firmly gripping the television remote.

Clearly this has been quickly knocked on the head, but it made me think.

Sometimes it’s good to be a little selfish, so after I type my final word, I’m off for a facial and manicure.

Here’s to 2015.