Party time

Last night was Lucy's 30th birthday party at her house. I find it hard to believe I've known her since she was 12! She has grown into a really beautiful woman. Most of the Woodies were there and her family and friends from work. In the garden John (Lucy's husband) had errected a yurt and there was a pot bellied stove on the go inside. So even though it was a cold Feb evening the yurt was very warm within. John had put up fairy lights around the trellis wall and rugs were strewn across the floor. The overall effect was enchanting.

Poor Lucy had caught some sort of stomuch bug and wasn't on top form. She ended up going to bed early. I guess she won't forget her 30th in a hurry, but its not going to be a classic memory I suspect. Still her friends and family were there, so hopefully that counts for something.

Kaz arrived late as she had her Christmas works party to go to. Yes, I know its either rather early/late to be having an xmas party! Anyway Kaz was pretty well oiled by the time she got to the party. And coz she's Kaz it wasn't long before she was dancing in the conservatory! The woman would have partied while Rome burned!!

Loads of people came up to me and said they saw me on BBC South on Wednesday night with the Pioneers. I had taken them to the vigil to remember the 100 British soldiers who have died in Iraq. It was a sombre affair with the names of all the British soldiers being read out and the names of 100 Iraqis also read out. I was nervous about taking the Pioneers down there- we have a couple of livewires in the group and I feared they would lark about. The fear was groundless and the kids were very well behaved. Many of the participants wondered who all these kids were, then someone asked me and I said "A local Woodcraft Folk group" and the explanation was whispered about and sage heads nodded in understanding and smiled indulgently.

There is a big national peace demo on 18th March and lots of the Pioneers want to go. If its big there's no way I can keep an eye on all of them unless accompanied by adults.

Anyway! Back to the party. We got home about 1pm from Lucy's and shushed our youngest two off to their beds- they had crashed out on the setees. Kaz, it became clear, was even more trollied than either of us realised and ended the evening talking to god down the great white telephone, afterwhich she collapsed onto the bed in a death like sleep, and so ended another perfect evening out!!!

This morning, does she feel sorry for herself?

What d'you think!!!