AM I GOING QUACKERS??

Five and a half hours to Midnight on N.years eve. There are women of all ages and all types, all over the country getting themselves preened and dolled up ready for the annual celebration of "Thank G-d its All Over" evening! Happily, here in my humble abode I am joyfully sipping some red, nibbling my nuts and wondering where I put the duck. Let me explain; with only a limited number of rooms at the J.W residence, there is little chance that it will be long before I finally stumble across it but I know, as eggs are eggs, that my watercolour painting of ducks is somewhere about, yet now I come to want to find it, it is nowhere to be seen. Hopefully the red will obliterate part of my paranoia (doesn't look right-the spelling i mean!) ...and I will graciously give in to a most selfish celebration of curling up and enjoying the trail end of Christmas TV fayre before the dissapearance of the picture gets me any more flustered.
There is unhesitantly, some pleasure to be had in not having to do the party circuit but I haven't always been such a docile dolly. The kids still recall with great clarity the N.Years Eve party hosted by our friend the G.P. some ten years ago. He most generously held a full on N.Years Eve bash at his surgery premises in N.London. At least a hundred friends of his filled the venue and sipped their bucks fizz and sparkling waters whilst I found myself somehow catapulted up onto the reception desk and as if by complete osmosis was leading the throng to line dance and party to the music. I can't remember the exact way it happened (though my kids seem to have total recall and still blush ) however I haven't lived down my new years eve on the reception desk arena! In fact as time rolls by, I come to think of it as one of the classic nights out! Mind you, how glad am I that it was pre mobile phone video/picture era!! Now has anyone seen my ducks?