cNutgroist

dragged myself back from the Porterhouse at 3.30 this morning to find my dearest in bed already, having somehow made it back from Fame which we were both surprised she even made it to, despite it being a friend's birthday celebrations. i stagger, quite literally, into the bedroom and after removing the glasses and book from the sleeping beauty's face (and she really is asleep but as ever conscious) demand to know the passage of her evening...

how was your night then? did you have a good time?

-i danced with a dwarf

what?!?! you DANCED with a DWARF?

-yes.

how did that happen? how big was it?

-it's not an it. it was a he. he asked me.

what dyou mean? a dwarf came and asked you to dance? and you said 'yes'?

-yes.

how big was he? where did he come up to?

-here (she points to her belly. she's 5 foot 2 if she's lucky)

oh

-mmm

goodnight then

-mmm
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