I always take my camera everywhere - even on mundane trips like the journey to work - which makes it so annoying that I forgot to take it to Sal and Dan’s engagement party last night. It must be the first time in months that I’ve walked out the front door without it.

Anyhow, We all zizzed there in separate cars. Mun and Andrew were heading down with Viv and a back seat full of food, most of which didn’t get eaten, and Dad, having arrived yesterday afternoon on a plane from France, was staying at Sal’s, braving the cat hairs with his allergy.

We all turned up at pretty much the same time, and things were already in full swing, with the pub full and a DJ, who looked disconcertingly like Fr Ted and was clearly a failed club singer, playing music that would have been loud enough to drown out jumbo jets on final approach for Heathrow.

I think I was a bit under-dressed, actually, in the jeans and jumped I’d worn for work yesterday. Everyone else was in shirts (if not shirts and ties) and there was even a smattering of suit-wearing going on, which is certainly not called for on a weekend.

Anyhow, Sal was very busy flitting around keeping everyone entertained, but knowing most of her friends anyway there were plenty of people to talk to - including Sue, who was apparently very taken by the Sue mosaic I’d botched after Sal’s birthday back in November. I promised to make her a better one and get it printed, but started fiddling on it today and then got distracted with some writing that needed to be done.

The night zoomed by, with the DJ alternately filling and then emptying the floor with his choice of music. It was one of those very mixed parties where Dexy’s Midnight Runners could have everyone on their feet, and Darude emptied the place with the ferocity of a well-aimed fart.

It all wound down fairly promptly at half eleven, and by midnight we were out on the streets, heading home through the lashing rain. It was almost impossible to see out through the windscreen at times, with the wind gusting and the spray splashing up.

After that, a warm duvet was very welcome indeed.

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