Hi Everyone.
I reached peak non-believer thankfulness this year - handed S1 a bag and said "can you not look in here and hide it under your bed till morning?" 
He actually put it under his tree (aww).
Sat next to another Parent in the chapel - I said "snap" as she sat down because we were both wearing longish green velvet dresses (slightly different greens though so ok). She was thus emboldened to start an Actual Conversation with me. Possibly regretted it when she said "so is this your son?" and I said "no it's my husband" 
. (To be fair, we were all masked, the light was fading and H is slim with hair that's still almost all dark.) "Oh you do look young!... not that you look older..." stop digging now sweetheart!
I got one of those annoying tickles that feel about to explode during a quiet part of the service, so it was a good thing that Embarrassed Neighbour had already offered free access to her Fisherman's Friends. Bonus result of singing inside a mask with a mouth full of menthol...
Apparently S1 did the reading for the second lesson - H saw him walk out and two sisters independently recognised his voice, but I was listening carefully and decided that no, that definitely wasn't him! 
Will have to listen to the recording and see if it's more obvious there.
No mulled wine reception this year (probably for the best, really). Spent an hour sitting in S1's room, and (after coffee) suggested that maybe we could usefully fill the time by going to the common room and checking that the TV set-up was ready. Oh no, someone else is organising that. What, like they were the first year we did this? hmm... No, it'll be fine.
Got to the common room about ten minutes before the programme started to discover that the TV remote had Completely Disappeared. 
After a concerted effort involving HDMi cables, SCART sockets, virtual-remote apps, two laptops, three iPlayer logins, old uncle tom cobley and all we managed to get it precariously showing (if nobody jiggled the cable) only five minutes late.
Managed to not drink too much fizz (estimate about a bottle. I went for a refill most times one was opened but only had a small amount each time) and had Actual Proper Conversations with three different sets of people.
The Scholars were split between those who were Srsly Lstning just with added Drinking Game and Twitter, and those who were already in full-blown Soddit mode. There was a lot of Sssssh!ing going on.
They have no idea how to open a bottle of fizz. Honestly, what does Eton teach them nowadays.
(Actually I don't know how many of the current lot are Eton. Will have to ask.)
Delicious dinner, during which I chatted with more people I didn't know (the way the tables were set I was in a group of four slightly removed from H&S1's group). Only had one glass of each alcohol offered... sherry beforehand, white with the treacle-cured salmon starter, red with the beef shank main, dessert with the chocolate fondant and port afterwards. Then coffee and orange/mint chocolates, an in-house selection including some shaped as sprouts . Latin grace, some close-harmony entertainment and a couple of speeches.
Left about ten (the Dean came round and said "I'm encouraging people to leave so that the staff can go home") and decided we might as well go to bed.
Much nicer room than the previous two occasions! Definitely done up with an eye on corporate visitors.
I was also awake at 2 - water, ibuprofen, lavender oil, back off till 7ish.