Rockingham

The next day, Lisa and Caroline hit the local bakery.  They were obsessed.  Pies!  Pies!  Must have genuine down-under pies!  We also got to check out the Rockingham Residents who, my god, were a scary bunch.  When even I can spot the fashion faux pas, you know you're in trouble.  Lots of mullets on the men, and crop-tops with bellies hanging out seemed to be the main fashion statement amongst the women.  It must be something in the water.  Ann came over to our house in the afternoon, looking as fresh as a daisy, and announcing that Mike had already gone to the pub!  I was stunned by the sheer staying power of these two.  Ann also told us that she had woken up that morning to find that Mike's big yellow willy had Houdini-like become UNATTACHED to Mike.  Even more bizarrely had made it's way over to HER side of the bed and was padlocked to her foot.  I'm not sure how she freed herself.

It was apparent that everyone was relaxing before the big event, so Lisa, Caro and I had ourselves a nice quiet day, watched a crappy film on the telly and generally tried to get ourselves set for the next day.  I had a most welcome nap, and the girls gorged themselves on pies.  If the Bucks and Hens night was just the preamble for what was to come, we were going to need our energy.