Squiggles, Sadly Missed

It has been a surreal final weekend. B arrived home from college on Friday to find the TV from the living room had gone. This apparently took him by surprise so much that (totally out of character) he shouted up the stairs "How much more of this house are you planning on selling?". Well, all of it actually. Poor B - he is clearly in denial. J however is not in denial at all, and so had her two best friends over for a farewell sleepover on Friday night. I can only recall how blissful D's sleepover was in comparison. The three of them ran riot all night, up till all hours, shouting and singing and chasing each other with lipgloss. Luckily, I fell asleep at 8.30pm and was oblivious to it all. For those of you still tut-tutting over my callous treatment of the hamster during its sale and subsequent departure two weeks ago, I feel obliged to point out that one of J's friends had presumably asked how it was. J came into the living room, and clearly puzzled, said "Where's the hamster gone?". I rest my case.