New Year in Spain is slightly different to England. For one, you do not listen to the chimmes of Big Ben but a clock in Madrid. Second of all, you have to consume twleve grapes in twelve seconds without choking. It's all very fun all the same and we all had a jolly good night.
Irene and I had the privilage to spend a while in the North of England once again. I don´t know if I am getting soft living in the south of England, but it does seem to get colder every time I return. It was a good oppotunity to spend time with friends and family as we both, Irene and I are away from our families a lot. That is us shopping in Newcastle, enjoying Fenicks window. Irene thought it wa cruel to lock Santa behind a window like that, until I told her that he was not real. She has not forgive me for that yet.
We have both just finished the winter term at Moorlands College. It was Irene´s first term and having passed all her essay's in a second language, I think she has done very well. However, I can't believe how laid back she is considering this fact. You would have thought that you would have to work hard instead of doing everything the night before, but what do I know? 
