Having a Ball

Blurry, noisy, shiny. Yep, that sums up the ball really. In this very marquee were future captains of industry, prime ministers and bankers who will one day receive bonuses the rest of us can barely imagine. But right now they are just a bunch of young, drunk folk who don't know how to tie bow ties properly.

This morning we were in remarkably good shape, and got the bus to Gatwick no bother (after a fortifying bacon roll). However, it turned out that Mr B had printed out two of my boarding passes, and none of his own - resulting in a long wait in the wrong queue to sort it out, and then a short wait in the right queue. And home - away from a cold rainy England back to the warm south and the good news that the kids had behaved and all was well.