The Party, or, How to Slap Windows

Mere hours after arriving at our new home, we opened its doors to a veritable stampede of friends, friends of friends, and Soph's sister's friends.

With something approaching 40 people in the house, there was bound to be some damage, so perhaps the broken window should come as no surprise. Certainly we have tackled the problem well; the perpetrator, who shall remain nameless, paid for a replacement, and it should be sorted by this time tomorrow.

Otherwise, the house came through it more or less intact. Soph was bemoaning the number of nearly-full cans left lying around, and one individual lost their keys in the maelstrom and probably had to wake up their parents at 3 in the morning upon returning home, but c'est la vie.

Today we went (minus Pete, who was sleeping) to The Crwys, one of the local pubs. Cliffey would probably like me to make a note of how miffed he was at paying £2.69 for a small bowl of ice cream when I paid the same amount for a big ol' treacle sponge chocolate sundae thing, but it seemed like a nice enough joint, and there's a quiz on Tuesdays so I guess we'll be returning soon enough.

Finally, I wish to inform you all of Cliffey's curtains, which are red, and so make the whole room red. It's awesome.

Joel.