Roll out the Barrel!

Mr B's family came round for a barbie this afternoon, which quickly descended into a sing song. They come from a generation where you provided your own entertainment at parties and everyone could sing. Anyway, it was fun and we even got them all singing Abba, as well as the old Al Jolson and jazz standards they were keen on.

Once they'd gone back to Edinburgh, I was off to a friend's party for "just a couple of drinks. I'll just show my face to be polite. I definitely won't be late back"..... With the benefit of backblipping, I'm happy to report that all of the above was nonsense: I managed one or two more than a couple, was definitely not polite and rolled home at about 2. On a school night! Shocking.