Where was that eight inches you promised me last night?

January 2009

Woke this morning to a couple of inches of snow. It snowed a bit overnight and carried on this morning but it stopped by 9 and that looks like it, and it's a bit melty. It shall not stop us going to the JoniBobs party. A quick trip into town to buy Jof's Xmas present led to a change of trousers, sock and shoes - no wonder my own personal laundry basket is always full. Perhaps that's why they call me basket case.

After a massive spaghetti meal we started off to the party through the park which was already getting crunchy underfoot as the sun had gone behind the trees. We stopped off for another surprise visit to a hairdressers. I was psychologically unprepared for this and hid and grizzled behind the hatstand. They cajoled me out with threats and I suddenly loved it.

We were first to the party so I disappeared upstairs to Bedroom 1 where Bob accidentally kicked me in the lip a minute and a half after entering the house, a new record. Thus followed a seven-hour-plus silly-a-thon containing all, none, or more of the following:

• Portrait drawing
• Paperchain making
• Paperchain wearing
• Competition to drink the ugliest spirit off the top shelf
• Dressing up as Freemasons and parading up and down
• Air guitar with inappropriate groping
• Shooting everybody with plastic golf clubs
• Nipping out to the shop for extra vodka and rum
• Using felt tip pen as lipstick
• Robot fights
• Beer, wine, mulled wine, more wine
• TV set to endless Disney

 My first portrait was of Erinsmum. I have included 2 of her finer points and her red hair but the necklace shouldn't be that far down. We all spent many happy hours running round in circles dodging the legs of adults, shooting party poppers, throwing balloons, hiding in the JoniBobs bedroom and so forth. Pops had an injured finger but still chased people, Ben decided not to wear trousers or socks, and there was practically no griping. At the end we all got a top quality Santa stocking with lipsticks for the girls, walking robots for the boys, electric candles for all and a selection of random gifts. Tiredness set in and we all crunched home in the dark. I got to bed at 11pm on the dot, I got up exactly 12 hours later.

Cast:
Prime Minister............................................................................................................. Erin H
Injured soldier on battlefield....................................................................................... Pops H
Miss Pops' bodyguard.................................................................................................. Ruby
Charismatic pavement artist........................................................................................ Mungle Ton
Heavily armed plague victim...................................................................................... Johnny B Nogoode
Trouserless man........................................................................................................... Ben C
Littlest Hobo................................................................................................................ Elizabeth D
Heavily armed escaped Lunatic.................................................................................. Bob the soldier
Chorus line, camp followers, hangers-on, unpaid extras......................................... Sundry parents


Are you drinking what we're drinking?