... till Dawn

Note to self: When hosting a dinner party, the correct response on seeing that dawn has occurred is to go to bed. It is not to head outside and sit on the terrace steps watching the morning happen and then wake the kids up by giggling inanely with a guest. It turns out that 9am should be the time you get up on Sunday, not the time you go to bed. Easy mistake to make.

I can't even begin to explain what my friend was doing when she fell on a stump (twice). I'd start the giggling again. But on the plus side, my friend has a plan to avoid me going to work in London at a poorly paid job I'd hate. It is a cunning plan and cannot fail. Sort of.