Honestly, you should have seen us headless chickens trying to organise ourselves for our trip to Suffolk. We had to take a duvet and a pudding - we forgot both. We went back for the pudding, a strawberry mousse that melted on the way, and went to Tesco in Diss for a duvet, and some ice to wrap around the mousse.
I got up super early to bath my smelly dog and defluff my coat. It was then a glorious day so coats weren't required. I also took my funeral dress, and fat pants so I could squeeze into it, but I got a bit pissed at lunch and just never made it into my black pudding of a dress; nobody noticed; the nice loose black skirt and cardigan I was wearing passed muster.
The strawberry sludge and my dog were both great hits. The dog had a lovely time chasing rabbits, eating all the bits of sandwich he could manage at tea and licking all the plates in the dishwasher. At least he smelt nice.
Mr Smith missed a great party. We have been watching the crowd at the golf on the telly and have spotted him, about a thousand Mr Smiths actually as they all look the same.
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