Hen night and solo trip
Back from Dublin to a mammoth FList and a very pleased to see me DD. This was my first night away from her (all night that it) since she was born and she had seen me off with an impressive display of tears and howling - an instant way to feel like the lowest slime on earth! However she of course clamed down and dhe and her Dada had a great time and I think he enjoyed having her to himself a bit - though he acknowledged that the cleaning up gets on top of you a bit when there is no second pair of hands (DD's not counting for obvious reasons). I brought her back a set of Teletubbies finger puppets which she is delighted with.
The hen night was great. We played a Chalet School murder mystery game in and around reunions, drinks, a meal and several really shambolic games of pool. I got to see Katharine wuite a bit and Sara too who was just back from a year in Shanghai (as of last Tuesday) and full of a desire to hear news and chat. I was playing the detective so missed much of the food interviewing people and collecting motives by the bushel. thankfully I was killed myself just before we left the house (though the knife sticker on my back went un-noticed for about half an hour (very Dorothy L. Sayers)). As it turned out one of the ex-schoolgirls was a vampire so ordinary policework wouldn't have helped much. Another was an alien and fittingly she proved immune to the first 6 or 7 attempts to kill her thanks to the sticky-repellent dress she had on. The unmasking of our killers happened over cake and champagne at about 2am and was all very hilarious. As only 2 people were left alive though unm,asking the vampire was a bit easy - she was the one who hadn't eaten or drunk anything not dyed red all night - although said vampire was a bit cross about having to doctor her champagne in the name of good theatre and *nobody* had noticed.
We were a sorry collection of sore footed women though. Hot weather and party shoes made for a very non-feminist spectacle. I was one of the worst sufferers though my shoes were inordinately sensible. I just have duff feet but more of that anon.
The hen night was great. We played a Chalet School murder mystery game in and around reunions, drinks, a meal and several really shambolic games of pool. I got to see Katharine wuite a bit and Sara too who was just back from a year in Shanghai (as of last Tuesday) and full of a desire to hear news and chat. I was playing the detective so missed much of the food interviewing people and collecting motives by the bushel. thankfully I was killed myself just before we left the house (though the knife sticker on my back went un-noticed for about half an hour (very Dorothy L. Sayers)). As it turned out one of the ex-schoolgirls was a vampire so ordinary policework wouldn't have helped much. Another was an alien and fittingly she proved immune to the first 6 or 7 attempts to kill her thanks to the sticky-repellent dress she had on. The unmasking of our killers happened over cake and champagne at about 2am and was all very hilarious. As only 2 people were left alive though unm,asking the vampire was a bit easy - she was the one who hadn't eaten or drunk anything not dyed red all night - although said vampire was a bit cross about having to doctor her champagne in the name of good theatre and *nobody* had noticed.
We were a sorry collection of sore footed women though. Hot weather and party shoes made for a very non-feminist spectacle. I was one of the worst sufferers though my shoes were inordinately sensible. I just have duff feet but more of that anon.