Hi, Bluey!
I'm the only one here now; dismantling the marquee single-handedly! The Liza woman is slumped across the grand pianos (cafe pushed them all together earlier) and still trying to sing "New York, New York." Had to explain to her that she will never make it in showbiz - people want real talent like yodelling and spoon-playing! She never listens!
Lily has gone home. I'm sure that I saw her swapping 'phone numbers with the young coppers!
To tell you the truth, Bluey, I was a trifle embarrassed about the behaviour of our co-threaders! Dad disappeared ages ago without so much as a thank you; quite rude, IMHO!
cafe has stolen my "special" torch.
Will join you tomorrow at Harvey Nicks to discuss Great Gatsby party.
Oh! SD is sneaking out of Lily's house and I have just found a child lying on a bed of balloons - must be littlekitty!