
I had a crisis at about 2pm when I realised the hairstyle the hairdresser had done would not tolerate the tie-on mask that I had bought - before you could say Blue Peter, with the help of one of Adam's pencils, some ribbon and super-glue, I had converted it into a mask on a stick.

Me, Suong and John
Taryn, Carly and Jenny
The ball was Italian themed so throughout the meal three "waiters" kept us entertained with opera and fake accents. The meal was great but very randomly, unless you were a vegetable, you had no choice as to the food - they alternated the chicken and the beef round the table so there was some horse-trading going on.

As there was no ceilidh dancing - quite odd, what do you do at a ball apart from a Gay Gordon? - we went straight into the disco combined with slagging off other people's outfits - I ended up wearing an outfit decided on at the last moment - I was early for my hair appointment so stopped at a "vintage" shop and bought a fab sparkly top to go with a skirt I already had, but had lent to someone else - luckily she had also borrowed a dress from another work-mate. The only problem with my late-choice outfit was that I couldn't wear my super-high heels so my plan to be not so small next to Jenny, failed!
There was more entertainment throughout the evening - a roving magician and a photo-booth!
me, Taryn and Carly pulling facesAfter the ball, some of us headed to a club on Oxford Street to meet up with Jade, who just happens to be Jenny's flatmate and our babysitter. As it was Jade's birthday she couldn't babysit for us, so Colin didn't go to the ball - which actually worked out well as this was right in the middle of Emily's unwellness.
After a beverage or two too many, we all eventually headed back to Jade and Jenny's to end what had been a very good night - but what didn't end up being a very good Sunday for me!!