Bleagh.
Well, it was a very civilised and sensible BBQ.
Then all the parents and neices and nephews and aunts and uncles went home and it was all on for young and old.
I think we left about 3.30 (yes, in the morning) leaving the troops still bouncing around the loungeroom. I got a txt from Pie at 11, saying she'd just got home! Tut tut. :)
My problem now is not a hangover (which I don't have, much to my surprise) or any other post-partying effects. I have a very, very sore throat. I feel like I have two spiky footballs in my neck where my tonsils are supposed to be. Unfair. I was reasonably responsible and came to work, as I vowed I would, and now I'm being punished. Wah.
Then all the parents and neices and nephews and aunts and uncles went home and it was all on for young and old.
I think we left about 3.30 (yes, in the morning) leaving the troops still bouncing around the loungeroom. I got a txt from Pie at 11, saying she'd just got home! Tut tut. :)
My problem now is not a hangover (which I don't have, much to my surprise) or any other post-partying effects. I have a very, very sore throat. I feel like I have two spiky footballs in my neck where my tonsils are supposed to be. Unfair. I was reasonably responsible and came to work, as I vowed I would, and now I'm being punished. Wah.
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