I saw the lights on and nipped home to fetch some Cinnamon Knots, but I see we’re quite well off for those….oh well, always room for another box. I see the llamas are up to their old tricks, what a mess this place is. Why do we bring them every year - will we never learn?
I’m determined to dance tonight, so don’t try and stop me, and keep Alarma out of my way. She goes for me the minute I take to the floor. I have my eye on the Admiral. He’s past his best but he’s still a good mover, rum or no rum.
Oh no, Monica’s got there first! Curled up with a book indeed!