Heres to outside summer parties. Arrived home after a quick shindig at the neighbours. Toes numb with cold, currently eating toast and slurping a hot cup of tea. Its a good way of making sure the guests dont hand around too long, bar the house, and hope that they all turn up in skimpy summer dresses.
There always someone at a party who hugs you and tells you how fantastic you look. Perhaps this is reverse psychology for them saying ,"do I look alright?" Then there are the people who peck at each other. "Have you seen what they are wearing?" "Is she still having problems with her son?" Its like having your own soap opera in your back yard. Perhaps its a way of scoring your inperfactions against someone else.
In any case, I love my bed, so thats where Im heading. I can hear the music outside. The poor girlfriends of those pissed up blokes. They are having to do their their loyalty bit in the freezing cold. Im glad Im on my own.
ps: baby got though another day.
