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Monday 16 August 1999

I think there's some other thing in your life, like puberty or the menapause that they don't tell us about, where the symptoms are spots and rib pains and it happens around now! My rib cage is going to explode and form a new structure in my chest me thinks. Maybe I'm just letting my hypocondriatic brain go into disaray!

Maybe it's cos it's Monday. The weekend was great. Friday - Aunty Mary, Uncle Abbey and Ian came over in the evening and we all ended up in the pub. I was on the Archers and Bitter Lemon. After 2 large glasses of wine in the Dun Cow, my mum was a little tipsy and became insistant that we went to the wine bar - The Prosperous Pig, especially because Uncle Abbey and Aunty Mary hadn't been taken there before, so we went there for another glass of wine. We staggered back home after this, avoiding the slugs and stuff on teh pavement. Mum had prepared some food for diner which we really should have started eating before we got drunk, but now was as good a time as any. Throughout diner my Mum kept on saying "I'm really drunk" It was funny to start with, but then it got a bit too repetative, so we were kind of happier when she changed it to "I want to go to bed" sometime after desert was served. It's the first time I've seen her in that state, it was quite funny really.

Saturday, I spent the day tidying up my room, cos someone else was going to be crashing out there that night. By around 4pm people started arriving, and the food and drink began to appear out of the woodwork. I was concerned that Dave might not turn up, because he was supposed to be having Cable TV and telephone fitted that afternoon, but apparently the man never turned up and Dave sat there waiting till 6.30pm. Around 7.30pm, he turned up, and got introduced to everyone. There were people there that even I didn't know and by then I'd already made a start on the Archers and couldn't remember some people's names. Gina and Dakshina were there, it was good to catch up on the gossip. Gina's going out with someone who's just gone off on holiday, Ian's got a girlfriend called Anushka, Sameeka is still with Paul and Dakshina had brought Dan to the party. Honey's fiancé was there also, and Triona brought Arnie - a guy who was at Rugby school with Suran and is now at University in Czechoslovakia studying medicine - where they met. They all were really nice and "look like a good match" and although I was a bit dubious about the arranged marriage for Honey, he seems nice enough and she seems happy. Apparently she was crying on Sunday, because he had to go back to Sri Lanka.

Everyone at one stage ended up in the lounge watching some James Bond film, and wouldn't let me turn the tele off. After appertisers, the singing began. I'd spent ages printing out these song lyrics and at first they'd disappeared off the face of the plannet and then they mysteriously re-appeared. But no one sang any of the verses for the songs and we hardly sang any of them. Uncle Tony on piano kept on going off into wibbley bits in the middle of the song, so we couldn't really sing along. We tried the Russian ones, they went a bit better. Then they started on the Sri Lankan ones, and seemed to get into the flow a bit more, but then it was time to eat the main course, so some of the singers went to the kitchen to continue singing with a Balaliaca and an out of tune guitar. The food was great - Mum had been really worried about not having enough to go around, but there was plenty. I tried to get Dave eating coconutty things, without much success. He's going to have to learn to eat Pol Sambol - my favourite dish - before I can take him to Sri Lanka! They tried to pick up the singing again after diner, but by then, lots of people were starting to either go home or drop off. Dave and I were there shaking a maracka. The party kind of faded to insignificance by around 4am, because Shanthi, Raj, Gina and Ian had to go home at 7am for some reason and wanted to get some kip. Dave and I snuggled up in sleeping bags next to the piano in the dining room.

Sunday was tidy up time once all the guests had gone. We had a massive breakfast and lost most of the troup, by lunch time it was just Mum, Dad, Suran, me, Dave and Dakshina, Dan and Uncle Sumathi. This gave us more time to chat over more food. After everyone had gone I went upstairs with the excuse I had to make my bed before night time, I ended up having a nap.

Excellent weekend. I'm really tired today and I just about managed to stay awake during a 2 hour meeting, so it's not too bad.

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