#54 is officially warmed! The party was a pretty relaxed and funky mixture of neighbours, friends, neighbours and friends offspring, work people, the builders, a random real estate agent. The only social embarrassment really was George the furry flatmate, who spent the entire day hiding in the wardrobe with his paws over his eyes.
The nibbles from Nosh were just divine, (there is not one mini thai cake of deliciousness left). And how tasty was the back-fence-neighbours apple shortcake and fresh cream? I love living in a street where people bring food when they visit. The weather was spectacular: perfect for Pimms on the new deck. Followed by some champagne and oh, look, there’s a bottle of vodka why don’t we drink that too? I am staring down the barrel of a hangover the size of Texas.
I am thankful to the multi-talented Musician, who can stack a dishwasher like a dishwasher stacking champion. Anyone would think he had worked in hospitality or something.
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