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Date: 06 February 2005 21:32:07
Just. My session last night was interrupted by a call to attend to our next door neighbour, who'd thrown up on the rockery. Little Miff sensibly poured any remaining drink down the drain; still it was a shock to realise just how much folk had drunk - and this was only two hours into the party. Poor M was later found snoozing it off on the skateboard ramp,where his little friends had considerately arranged him. Fearing pneumonia as well as alcohol poisoning, I got them to put him somewhere warmer and more comfortable indoors. Son hovered solicitiously. He was all for leaving him.; his theory that M would be right as rain after a couple of hours and that his folks would suspect nothing was touching, but wildly off beam. Touching, too, I suppose that they can't imagine that way back in prehistoric times, Mum, (who tucks herself up into bed at 10.30 pm with a cup of cocoa), too 'had a life,' and knows that there are times when honesty is the best policy. So we called step Dad, who arrived with reinforcements just as his offspring was throwing up into the dog's toybox for the umpteenth time.
So, on they went. The girl who'd helped me hold up M's head returned to her interrupted snogging session in the hallway. With upstairs being a no-no, except for little M's exchange student , I only then started to realise that the popularity of the (tiny) downstairs toilet had little to do with leaky bladders! Love Will find a way, I suppose.
To do folk credit - we had no complaints about noise from the neighbours, people left on the dot of 11.30 as promised, and little Miff and the others staying over made a good stab at clearing up. Result, we were all ready to go to bed (with mugs of hot chocolate - and in the case of the unlucky few, night nurse capsules).
Well, we survived then. Mind you, it still worries me that that lot can get through what they did in so short a time. Thank goodness, too, I held out against my other half's gripes about me being overcautious and non-trusting and insisted on a ratio of 1/3 alcoholic to 2/3s non alcoholic and stopped him sneaking anything extra into the shopping trolley. The reckoning being that as it's inevitable that folk would bring their own drinks anyway - d I certainly didn't want to be responsible for the consequences. (At an after school event last year, one of the Year Tens fell through a greenhouse roof!) My approach is - don't get paranoid, but expect the worst, and with luck, you may then be pleasantly surprised. As I was, by some of the youngsters, who silliness apart, turned out to be not too bad at all once you got to know them. Including little Miff, who once he saw that Mum wasn't going to be ultra embarrassing, showed more maturity than he's done for ages.
So, back to my three invalids. Yes Mr Miff is completing the trio of sniffers and sneezers started by T and Mstr Miff. T has gone to bed; the others are languishing on the sofa in front of the Superbowl. We ladies are made of sterner stuff!