Fizz & hooch

We spent the day in a predictable pre-party futz. There was food to be prepared, grass to be cut, bbqs to be found. No end of tiny tasks before the guests rocked up.

Equally predictably, Megan was in town/swimming and Angus was skating in Peebles. They both returned eventually, Megan with a couple of school friends, Angus with Ferdi.

The weather was fine, the company was good - a select band, drawn from neighbours and a few friends from further afield. Cheryl, Barbara and Claire tanked through an impressive quantity of pink fizz; Julie slummed it with vanilla vodka; and Owen dispensed a particularly virulent hooch of his own devising.

Claire tripped over her own flower pots; Owen walked headlong into a glass door (no lasting damage to either party); Cheryl fell asleep by the fire, was helped to bed and later sleep-walked to join Julie on the sofa. Barbara laughed herself silly at all the shenanigans. A good night all round.