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After the panto we walked back to the B&B.
We did last time, but not knowing the way, and the pavements being made of sheet ice, it did seem like a longer journey back then.
I was hampered by the fact my tights were falling down the whole time (yes girls, they went in the bin 10 minutes after I got home!) and the holes in my shoes, but at least I wasn't worried about breaking something.
Back to the lovely Alamo, and we chilled out and chatted in D & L's room, quaffing some beer/ wine and putting the world to rights. We don't agree with eachother on everything, but we have a similar political bent and the sense to agree to disagree.
I threw in the towel earlier than the others, but then they'd slept in their own beds the night before as opposed to trying to sleep in a washing machine.
A luxurious night of not worrying about thrashing about and waking Mum or snoring or when Diz is going to pounce awaits me. Ahhhhhhhh.
Night-night girls, night-night Cellar.
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