Well fasting’s over, and last night we
celebrated by…working. Oh well. It was a really fun night though, and
much humour was seen in and around the Vieux Manoir (sca)bar until the
early hours today.
We all ended up sleeping at George the whining
Irish’s place until around 11am when Joss and I caught the tram
home…quite tired. I thought that I was going to feel absolutely
horrendous, as I did have a couple of beers and some Kahlua, but this
morning I didn’t feel so bad at all. PMA my children…

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