A hearty aftermath
Up surprisingly early this morning after a few hours sleep. Lorraine and I up, finding a slightly-wan looking Betty on the sofa accessorised by three cherubic children who were all sitting on her. Gave Betty birthday presents -- as today was her actual birthday. Then a long slow morning nursing hangovers, Lorraine cooking breakfast and The FB and Max and Kate emerging with various need for liquids, toast and painkillers and antihistamines for Max's cat allergy.
Matty boy returned looking fresh and rested after a night in a hotel, as did Richard Gibson and Maria. Richard was too worse for wear to cycle home the previous night, and searching for his guitar capo, which later on manifested itself in his jacket pocket.
When everyone had left, Lorraine, Betty and I had a short few minutes doze, before starting the party again in the Sussex Yeoman where we ate roast dinners with Wayne and Matt. A cheery lunch before Betty had to go back to college. Then the rest of us made off to the Brighton Tavern. Matt and Wayne on sparkling form, and we were offered a table and warned that the jujitsu people had booked it, so as we chatted our eyes kept drifting to the door waiting for martial artists to burst through and dispossess us.
A much needed quiet evening dozing on the sofa. All this partying takes it out of you, but we decided we shouldn't wait too long before we do it again, as it was huge fun and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. Lorraine and I chatting about how it felt like we had drawn a line under recent stressful months.
Up surprisingly early this morning after a few hours sleep. Lorraine and I up, finding a slightly-wan looking Betty on the sofa accessorised by three cherubic children who were all sitting on her. Gave Betty birthday presents -- as today was her actual birthday. Then a long slow morning nursing hangovers, Lorraine cooking breakfast and The FB and Max and Kate emerging with various need for liquids, toast and painkillers and antihistamines for Max's cat allergy.
Matty boy returned looking fresh and rested after a night in a hotel, as did Richard Gibson and Maria. Richard was too worse for wear to cycle home the previous night, and searching for his guitar capo, which later on manifested itself in his jacket pocket.
When everyone had left, Lorraine, Betty and I had a short few minutes doze, before starting the party again in the Sussex Yeoman where we ate roast dinners with Wayne and Matt. A cheery lunch before Betty had to go back to college. Then the rest of us made off to the Brighton Tavern. Matt and Wayne on sparkling form, and we were offered a table and warned that the jujitsu people had booked it, so as we chatted our eyes kept drifting to the door waiting for martial artists to burst through and dispossess us.
A much needed quiet evening dozing on the sofa. All this partying takes it out of you, but we decided we shouldn't wait too long before we do it again, as it was huge fun and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. Lorraine and I chatting about how it felt like we had drawn a line under recent stressful months.
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