A brilliant weekend where we all came together for dearest Boo’s 30th. We were raucous and shouty in the woods; some of us did falconry, some of us did class A’s, some of us fell face down in the mud a lot and some of us did too much dancing to shit music.

Parties were planned, old friendships strengthened, new ones kindled and history rewritten.

Unfortunately, a bit of a catch up in our circle of friends involves revelations such as:

“You know that boy orgy back in 2003 at my house? Well actually you directed the action with a G&T in one hand and a cigarette in the other. You make quite a good Madame you know.”

Revelations such as these make me uncomfortable when my own memory of such an event is entirely non-participatory, voyeuristic even. But I suppose it is nice to know I have a talent for such things. I can always make some money out of it if the world of craft fails me.

Oh yeah, and Turtle and I have our first floating nest. Yip! We move in beginning of May to begin our pirate assault on the Regent’s Canal. From one dusty dream to another in just over a month. Damn we move fast..... it better be worth it.