The Aftermath

As I sit here in Palais de Roses, I'm quite pleased. I think the virtual party went quite well.

I've managed to clear up with the help of Cogidubnus and Dave. Hottie managed to make sure everyone went home in the right clothes with the partner they arrived with. I have vague memories of Savannah and her MITM dancing on top of the kitchen table. Don't worry loves, I'll just sand it down again and re-lacquer it. It won't take long.

Dave was in a feisty mood and he an XL kept fighting to be under the table, which quite frankly, with Savannah and her lovely dancing on top of it, was brave. Thank the Goddess I like sturdy, proper wooden furniture.

When I next see Kaz, she and I will have words. She held court in the kitchen all night, with as many men as she could manage and now I can't find my emergency bottle of marmalade anywhere. Nor do I have a crumb of bread anywhere in the house. We won't even talk about the white wine she drank. Speaking of which, given that mago was only passing, he managed to polish off several bottles. Having a drunken foot massage is not the same my friend.

Good to see Ing drop in, I knew there was a reason for getting those chocolate hobnobs in. Beth, my dear, you looked stunning. Next time sweetie, you'll have to turn up on time, otherwise you'll never get pole position (so to speak) on the kitchen table. Not with Savannah around. Mind you, it was fun seeing you dancing with Vetnurse, she does a mean moonwalk. Considering she was knackered from her night shifts, I am impressed. If she mentions mushrooms again, I will be ill; though it was very, very funny.

I've had a brilliant time, hope you did too. I'm going to lie down now.