Swingin'

Meant to go to see Gabbi this weekend, so was a little gutted. Had a nice time in the morning and evening at a family friends' do, though (and saw my primary school in doing so, and some friendly faces), and managed to make the end of Ben's '60s/'70s themed party afterwards. Learned the art of back-combing. And the next morning learned not to do it again.
Was nice to see everyone, and meet a few new faces. Nice!

Bit weird settling in. Time and space wise. And life wise! Which should explain the bliplessness of this period.