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I have a fantastic liver! Either that or gin truly is the drink of gods. Somehow the night ended with the same amount of gin having been consumed as tonic. Oops. Fun night chez Wendy where we tried not to be too boobies focussed (there are no photos of me being fondled by three of 'em at once who wouldn't believe that my bra was padded) and tried to remember who knew what about other people and what we weren't allowed talk about. Flolloped onto airbed around 5, woke round noon, got back to Drawwda after 7. Apparently my snoring woke Niamh once or twice, which is fair enough given she kept stealing the duvet. Little people seem to need more heat.

Turns out that the imaginary mices are less than imaginary. Found piles of droppings in the granny flat today, though still have yet to find any in the main house. Long may it stay that way! I wonder if I can use mices as a reason for getting a kitteh...

And now I sleep, because I can.