It's worsened as the day has gone on, and the sun has gone down. Now it appears that we are at the start of a sleepover. The house suddenly appears full of people who hopefully aren't planning to spend the night, but who have just dropped round for the crack. These village jungle drums are far too efficient.
Think I may adopt my aunt's habit and ring the speaking clock so that at six o'clock precisely, the wine bottle is opened. 25 mins to go. Why does no-one warn you that sex leads to teenagers?
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