All the guys and our 4 house guests went out last night to a work party. Thankfully I got about an hour of sleep before they got home, cos I missed out on a whole lot when they did. Fell asleep to the sound of vomiting, woke up this morning to the same.

They have a theory that there was a 'miscalculation' of the bar tab which allowed them more wine than was planned. Hmm.



Went for a walk this morning, posted some letters, browsed some charity shops. Home to paint the pantry and bake brioche and occasionally bump into a very fragile Francis.