This one is for Christine!

Hi all!
A quick blog as I will be away this week, so not much fore-thought but more an autopsy of the night before, that being Michelle's 21st birthday party.

Things, as a rule, are never normal as far as my family are concerned - in a nice way - and it is quite normal to us. For folks like Helen and Chris, Chris's new chap, it can still be a shock. It started all very nice and civily - a smashing glass of champers at mum and dads. Taxis booked for 7.30 which arrived at 7.15 when we were not ready. So, my dad, the chrises and Michelle take the first cab, Helen, Mum and I get the second. Now to be fair, even when we got in the cab it was still before 7.30 - the driver immediately asked "are you going to be much longer" (still waiting for mum who joined us seconds later). "When we phoned your headquaters we did say 7.30" - headquaters?? I must have briefly thought the Hayling Island local cab service was some international organisation. Surprisingly he didn't acknowledge this but remaind in his mood the whole journey - no tip for you then buster. And then to the party - held in the local pub and ran by brother and sister/husband and wife team Carole and Roger. Carole, way ahead of the highwaisted fashions long before that was on the horizon stood guard of a 'private' door for the mainpart of the evening. Her husband/brother with his usual attention to customer service and personnel hygiene worked the bar briefly until he left it up to the filthy-nailed staff. Chris - and you know its going to be a good evening when her rules are:

• Don't let her talk about anal sex
• Don't let her get bullied in to a job behind the bar

was on usual top form. As was everyone else and as such, much drinking, silly dancing, broken glasses and madness insued. The evening ended quickly as they always do, and not without Uncle Peter having 'chats' with Chris (new one) and Helen. Lots of pictures were taken and we were asked to calm our dancing down - the chrises looked like they were pro-wresling - I looked like I haden't had a bop in a while. And then back to chris's flat for much needed cup of tea and bed - as it should have been had chris brought her keys with her. So, Chris (new one) goes in hunt of a large ladder - i send helen off to get me veggie burger and chips. Chris tries not to be sick. In the end we call Mum who comes to our rescue when we realise the front door is open (communal door). At least we can sit in the hallway. Christine lies down and covers herself in the local paper, i keep look out and Chris is sent to the take away to get Chris a drink. Only, he comes back with no trousers on. The offical press release is that Chris was subject to a lot of spilt drinks and was chaffing - the truth is that he convinced Chris he had no money and had to pay with his trousers (they were nice). Only as he's sat there in his, ahem, pants - Michelle and Mum came running through the door both bursting for the toilet and nearly tripping over trampy balch in to his lap. But horray - they had keys so that was good.

So another normal night for all!

In other news - the plant Amy and Neil got me for my birthday is starting to flower again - horray!

Take care,
Love

Kat x