Next Sunday - that's the 21st 22nd - we're intending to do a sort of effort-free open house. Think Darling Buds of May, or thereabouts. That is, we'll let whoever turns up in. We will not promise to pay any attention to you once you're in the door. If you like, we'll promise not to. I may cook. We may order in food. Someone might have some drink. Someone might make tea. I will not be lighting the barbecue, even if it's a good day, because that's effort. If someone else would like to light it, bring charcoal and fire away. If you've gazed longingly at our bookshelves at parties, but been too drawn to the riveting conversations to actually take anything down from them, now's your chance - wander in, grab a book, sit on the sofa, and read. if the cat normally ignores you, she'll probably do so today as well, unless you have the forethought to arrive covered in catnip. Anyone turning on the TV, however, will be dunked in the pond and abandoned in darkest Donnybrook. We'll open the doors at noon, and chuck people out at ten or so, because there's work in the morning. RSVPs are explicitly not required, but would be nice so we can have that warm buzz.
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olethros is hosting a Eurovision party on the Saturday evening.
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If any of you are perverted and debauched enough to want it,
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