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My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

That would be the word I'd use to describe us today. We were, all of us, feeling remarkably chipper following the events of last night. 

I think we are just too old. I'm not the only one who said something like, "I don't fancy driving home tomorrow HUNGOVER." To middle-aged people a hangover is like The Grim Reaper, standing over you on your Big Night Out. 

He doesn't carry a scythe on occasions like this, he just has a bucket and wears a toilet seat around his head and goes, "HA-HEM" every time someone mentions shooters.

So there was no drinking during the movie last night. Just cups of tea and the occasional SHRIEK from Loulou. Bless her. She is the best horror movie audience ever. 

But today, she had moved ON. I had forgotten how organised she is! She started making Christmas plans. It is very exciting. She kept apologising for her list-making but when it comes to Christmas really, no need to apologise. Now, who's making the salads again?

But then it was time to go. All four of us were missing our respective cats and the idea of an afternoon on the couch looked very appealing. So there were no stops at the freaky weird shop this time. We did drop in on J&R though, who live in Upper Hutt, on our trip home.

Tiger had some guitar stuff to pick up from there. I didn't mention this before, but J has been teaching Tiger guitar and actually bought him a LES PAUL for his 50th birthday. 

Which made our cookery book look like a complete turd of a present, but never mind. It was awesome, and Tiger looked SO happy.

J is a very accomplished man (also in IT like the rest of us) with lots of hobbies. He makes his own rum too, so as a gift to Caro and I, he gave us his new special batch of "tRUMp" with instructions that we are to watch the US elections on Wednesday (our time) and take a shot every time someone mentions the words, "Impeachment" or "Russia". 

Isn't that  BRILLIANT idea! What a larf!

HA-HEM.

Oh. Maybe not.

It was actually a lovely drive home through beautiful weather today. But we were glad when it was over. Our little guys were waiting at the door for us, and we couldn't wait to give them cuddles and strokes and tell them what goo' boys they are. 

And afterward, Loulou sent me a text saying this:

Thanks to you both for making Tiger's birthday so special. He had a ball and it was a huge load off for me. I'm so grateful. You're both so special and we are lucky to have you so close.

I feel lucky too.

S.