It’s New Year’s Eve and everyone’s doing it.
Warm, cosy and snuggled up in front of TV’s finest.
It’s New Year’s Eve and baby you’re not alone.
Feet up, adorning the couch, bottle of red and a shared cigarette.
It’s New Year’s Eve and trust me, you won’t regret this in the morning.
Twenty quid an hour for the privilege? I don’t think so.
It’s New Year’s Eve and parenting folk, it really is quite normal.
Staying In. It’s the new Going Out.
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