For Small Boy's party on Saturday, we went to a nearby leisure centre where they provide a couple of trampolines and a bouncy castle. Easier than having the little bastards in the house. It went quite well. Helped SB cook some small cakes (by which I mean he did a little bit of stirring and icing). Hadn't done sponge cake stuff for years but came out nice and light.
Party was chaos as expected. No legal action as yet.
Afterwards, met up with some of the "old guard" - many of whom I hadn't seen in years. Beers, curry, stuff. If you get mashed most days, then the hangover doesn't really register. If you hardly ever get mashed, then it's a real bastard. Acheived pretty much fuck all yesterday.
This coming weekend, Stepdaughter is having a party. Here and some mates are going to some show, then having a sleepover at our house. Bravely, I have to decided to take SB and decamp to my parents house for the night. A house full of 12 year old girls isn't really my thing.
Heard Howard on the radio this morning on the subject of immigration. Something about "rivers of blood". At a time of plummeting asylumn claims, this is not a cynical appeal to the Daily Mail vote.
I almost put all of my text into the Intro Copy.
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