Last night we have a party for the celebration of Katie’s 22nd Birthday. The day also included a wedding photos viewing where people could either look through the albums of physical photos or get all weepy at the photo slideshow DVD I had made with sentimental music.
Around fourty people turned up and luckily the weather held off so we could all sit in the garden, enjoy some gorgeous food and sip our glasses of wine late into the night.
Katie is on anitbitotics and felt worse for wear early in the night, I tucked her into bed around ten, returning to the party to speak to the remaining guests, some of which had drunk their own weights in alcohol.
Just as the last guests were leaving myself, my brother and my Father-in-Law heard a bang. We rushed outside thinking it was yet another car crash but this time there was nothing of that scenario to be seen. There were, however, seven or eight people pursuing a guy in a white T-Shirt who was fleeing what turned out to be a crime scene. Children could be heard crying out “Somebody’s been shot!” so we backed off nearer the house hoping not to get caught in the crossfire of what might have been going on.
My brother phoned the Police and the operative was as useless as a chocolate teapot. The guy took fifteen minutes to even dispatch a police car, by which time most of the people involved had walked off. Coming back to real life, it was a quick clean-up job and then straight to bed. As I’m getting ready a helicopter could be heard circling above the area, who knows what might have happened?!
My Sunday consisted of waking up early, going to football training where I had the stark realisation I am far too unfit. Coming home I showered, got into my shorts and have hardly moved since…….you have to love lazy Sundays!
