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Back. Safe. Happy. Less squeeful than I was yesterday, but the exhaustion that is international travel is probably to blame for that. Squee! I left the country, it counts as international travel.

Now, I really must get back into the habit of using actual words and possibly not being so bloody vague when posting. So with that in mind, Sarah is just back from an evening in Paris. She found her passport with all of 5 minutes to spare hidden in her bedside locker drawer. She had a rather fun evening to round off a week that saw her being insanely popular. Tuesday was a very interesting day indeed with many different people using many different forms of communication to tell me how wonderful I am (or at least that's my reading of the events.) But not half as interesting as Thursday. Lots of fun people and one less fun person but high entertainment levels for the couple of days. Gods bless the internet.

Today's Niamh's 7th birthday. I'm being a bad auntie and not going to the kiddie party of bowling and chips. The thoughts of a dozen sugar filled children fills me with terror so instead I'm home alone recovering and doing laundry. With much contented sighing going on.