Seeing the old year out

My aunt, stopping off for the New Year on her way to Lincolnshire, managed to get lost in Coventry city centre. Twice. Not quite sure who this happened, since it would have required an active deviation from the normal route from London to Coventry to achieve. In the end my father took pity on her and drove to Pool Meadow, where she'd taken shelter, to guide her in.

After a brief visit to town to stock up on books for the journey back to Exeter, I cooked supper — Nigel Slater's previously mentioned bean thing — and we all settled down to see the old year out (ETA: I failed — I fell asleep at around 11pm).