The snow started to fall last weekend and it was a good end to a fun weekend. I consumed two pounds of steak at my friends stag party. Then I watched Liverpool win against Chelsea and had a pint of beer poured over my head. The snow was light to hold in your hand. My footsteps made a deep crunching sound. It was pure white.

On Monday morning, Deptford was covered in several inches of snow. The trains and buses were cancelled and I struggled to get on the DLR (Docklands Light Railway). I did make it into the Canary Wharf office and found virtually no-one there. However, there was just about enough public transport running to meet up with an old uni friend. Who was now a TV reporter for the International Channel Shanghai. I did not order steak.

The rest of the week was spend in a (stupid) competition with my friend, Andrew, to see who could wake up within 30 seconds of the alarm. I’m leading by 1 – but my sanity is suffering. Only 20 more days to go.

I hope you enjoyed reading the review of my year.  It was actually a very hard slog to write it.

I’ve just finished a semi-busy week in Luton on an away job. The work feels a lot easier after a few months of audit experience.  The team got put up in  a hotel and I enjoyed the not having to clean up after myself.  However, I did miss my church group’s Wednesday meeting.  I overcame this by using something I learnt from work – the conference call.

I look forward to a weekend in Liverpool and the Chinese New Year celebrations.  It will be the year of the Ox, which symbolises a long continued slump in the economy with a collapse in the jobs for Ox rearers, Ox groomers,  Chartered Ox Surveyors and auditors of Ox farms.

I’m not talking about Woolworths.

I entered December in reasonable shape for the exams. But I didn’t take into account two weeks of client work with long commutes. But a combination of sympathetic managers, a well designed revision plan, sticking to one half of the revision plan and blind panic means that I pass the exams. I celebrate by going on a midnight pub crawl in Greenwich finishing at 3.30am. I would recommend "Desperados" as the place to get a beer at 2am (because everywhere else is shut).

I spend two quiet weeks in Liverpool at the end of the year. But not before the new joiners in my department fulfil their duties at the Christmas party. We sing a song that professes our love for audit using the music of Take That’s "Back for Good".