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Class Christmas party was tonight. After three and a bit years together, we're separating out into our two hospitals for the remaining 9 months. Plus, post-finals drinkies were required. I got dressed in a hurry, throwing makeup into bag for application on the bus only to discover I'd forgotten eyeshadow. Turns out lipstick will do in a pinch. Downstairs in Cassidy's provided the venue and the noms - decent enough platters and myself and Liz couldn't be parted from the meat until it was gone. We like sausage, we do.

My dress went down well, made more boobie-ish by the spectacular undies that I picked up in Edinburgh in January but have only worn once since. Everyone looked gorgeous, especially the bright young things Cat and Laura both in figure hugging dresses of black satin and red jersey respectively. For the first time in years I felt short as everyone was in heels bar me. Fears of walking home on ice kept me in my green docs and besides, they're very much a part of me.

There were stories of childhood, deprivation, giggles about who wasn't wearing any knickers (don't ever tell anyone in your class anything even vaguely amusing, is the lesson there) and watching Laura wrap her Sekrit Santa present "with a sausage for good luck."

As for the rest of the night, well, what happens at the Christmas party stays at the Christmas party.

Until tomorrow. When the photos go on Facebook. Eep.