Well, today was a weird one. Last night was a BBQ at a local friend’s. I didn’t initially want to go really – fancied a night in and an early night – but go I did, and I took Cindydog with me. My friend didn’t have an enclosed garden so dog was kept on an extendable lead, which turned out to be a good idea as she kept trying to steal people’s food and did in fact drink wine, cider and champagne, sometimes without the owner of the drink noticing (fear not, I did alert them to the contamination). It turned out to be a good night, and I ping-ponged home at 1am with a delighted dog, and fell drunkenly into my house. I tried to be quiet but failed, however that turned out to be pointless as my housemates were out themselves and in fact wok me up coming home at 5am (dog refuses to let people sneak in, and I’d locked them out so had to get up and let them in anyway).
So that was Friday. Drunken ping-ponging, drinking games and all in all a good end to our final every week of teaching ever in the whole wide world ever.
This evening (Saturday) I was asked to the pub by another friend, but as I’d spent the day doing my washing I only had my posh clothes to wear and went feeling rather overdressed. However, fate was a-smiling and a certain crush of mine was there also, making me looking stunning totally accidental. Fabtastic.
On a weird note, i was at the pub and got a call from a housemate saying the police had turned up asking them to stay at the back of the house and open windows as they’d found an unexploded shell in the garden of the house opposite! Apparently the army were called in and everything. They haven’t told us it’s ok yet but the street is empty of emergency folk so we’re assuming it isn’t planning on exploding…
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