Feeling hot, hot, hot!

I’m better today. Lots! But it’s a mystery as to why, especially after spending this afternoon – the hottest day of the year to date – inside a darkened room, helping at a disco party.

The music was good – if a tad loud – and everything was organised so well the forty-two little darlings had a great time. Except maybe for my two girls, who didn’t dance and followed me around attempting to help. I think it was because they only knew the party girl and her sister.

But I found it fun, and even managed to amuse the DJ when he caught me dancing after stopping the music suddenly to play Statues. Not that it was really dancing – after all, I don’t dance – more an energetic food serving jig.

I also managed to cause an argument between my friend Cass and her husband this morning. As they started shouting at one another I – unsuccessfully – tried to blend with the scenery (damn contemporary homes with their plain walls!) But I was only trying to help. Cass’s husband was taking half the house along with the TV to the party (the footie was on!), which meant they had to take two cars, but Cass had said she wanted to be able to have a drink at the party and didn’t want to drive. So I thought I was being helpful when I offered to take some stuff up for them.

Apparently not. It seems Cass and her husband were going up an hour-and-a-half in advance to set things up, but I couldn’t get up there until half an hour before the party. When Cass said that was alright, her husband wanted to know why he was being dragged up there so early if they could do so much at the last minute. In turn Cass told him to forget it, she wouldn’t have a drink. And so the argument began…

And when I wasn’t causing discontent among my friends, we attended the school fête. Thankfully we only had half an hour free, and after waiting to get a parking space, even that was cut short. Phew.

We also went to see a house this morning, between the swimming and ballet. We’re not really looking to move, but I saw the opening viewing notice in the paper last night and the house looked interesting. It was, and I was very taken with three staircases and the prospect of having enough rooms that there would even been one left over! But it needs a lot of money spending on it. And the location isn’t as good or as private as where we live now. And the garden was huge, but not pretty or practical. So even though it comes with a title we won’t be offering a tender. Good thing really, as our present house isn’t actually finished yet. But I can’t quite forget the potential…

R is also out tonight, staying over at a party. Heaven help us, they’re camping in a back garden and will probably stay up half the night, which in turn will mean he’s foul tomorrow.

But at least tomorrow should be a quiet day. I hope, I really, really, hope!