House Party

Well not quite, but a few people came back to mine last night after the pub and much drinking, smoking and general amusing natter went on. It was one of those nights where I was actually going home, but I thought oh well I will just go along for one, you know how it is, one unfortunately is never quite enough ;o)

It turned out to be quite fun, when I come back and get settled it would be cool to have a few evenings of "entertaining". The little Scottish bald chap from work, who my friend KD calls the Wee Man and I call Mini Me feel asleep within seconds of being in the flat and I gave him a cover and left him there when the others left at 4am. I heard him get up in the morning and go to the loo, Jasper (my cat) was mewing in the kitchen for his morning feed (It was probably around 9am) and bless the Wee Man I heard him feed the cat, before he left the building. Bit of an odd bod, but jovial little fellow.

Speaking of he cat I have to give him up this week, that is going to be a bit sad :(

Spent the afternoon playing cricket in Lewes with D, in the car park just at the end of his col-de-sac with some tennis balls covered in masking tape, apparently according to D this is how they have been training in India for years or something, bounces more like a cricket ball, but still no danger of getting knocked out by a rock hard cricket ball. I used to spend hours with my mates playing cricket in the road outside my mums house (one car/tractor every hour or so) when I was about 13 or something, it was absolutely brilliant halcyon days. Quite fun today too, even with a bit of a hangover ;o) Must stay in tonight!