The chicken or the fish?

So xmas survived (just). Thought my beloved was dying at one point but it was either a stomach bug or too much brandy cream on the xmas pudding. He lives.
Now Grandma is ill! This part of winter really has been one long list of bugs and illnesses and I'd worry about my cooking/hygiene/mattresses if it wasn't for the fact that, judging by radio dedications, everyone else seems to having the same sort of run (as it were, oh Frankie Howerd, where are you when we need you). Plus there are other things to worry about (like assassinations, nuclear power stations and babies being eaten by dogs).
But all that taken into account I still wonder - will we make it to the New Year party (on the 2nd in fact)? We had a NYP for the first time last year and it was one of my favourite days of the whole year. I love old-fashioned parties with kids and whoever turns up of every age just messing about and eating and singing and drinking (but not like the nightclub drinking of days and nights gone by...). These parties are more like weddings (without the boring bit) or funerals (without the sad bit). You get the idea.
So fingers crossed we make it to the 2nd without any more problems. And happy new year.