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     My parents made a quick parental visit this morning. We were all too tired and/or filled with flu to care about flat cleanliness. They left fairly quickly. This was possibly due to Chris' state of undress. I wanted to leave quickly, to be perfectly honest. We also had invitations to the Flat 3 Peace Treaty Signing. Andy, Chris and Aldo have created a peace treaty to prevent disputes or personal injury, and the party is to celebrate this and also the minor event of Andy's birthday. Dave acted as bouncer and doorman for the evening. His efficiency at his task was impaired by the large amount of alcohol he'd been plied with, and which he'd drunk to overcome his embarrassment at being dressed up in black tie. The party was marvellous fun, although I was criticised for being morose. This seems to be a recurring problem. My natural facial state is fairly blank and relaxed. If I'm enjoying myself, I don't necessarily exert myself and grin maniacally. Some people seem to require me to smile constantly. I do smile, but usually during conversations, and since my ears were blocked with flu and my throat was sore, I couldn't keep talking all the time, so I sat back in my chair, observed my fellow revellers, and failed to smile. What's so galling is that when I do smile, people have a tendency to get scared and run away. I can't win. Chris and I had already warned Mark that he would receive no assistance from us if he became insensible. I became rather worried at the end of the evening when he attempted to gain entry to Andy's bedroom claiming that he 'wanted to go home' and 'this is the way out'. Chris Seward and I managed to restrain him and prevent an unseemly scene (plus Andy had retired and we didn't really want to disturb him). We went home and I locked my door, just in case Mark decided to come in for a drunken chat. |
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