Thursday, December 17, 2009

Tis the season

It was a medium-sized night (Prudence made it to bed before midnight) at the union delegates' Christmas drinks.

Prudence's memory gets a little hazy about the last few hours, although a helium-fueled recitation of The Man From Snowy River was a highlight along with a similarly squeaky Winston Churchill/Nancy Astor exchange. The one about poison and coffee.

And now, Prudence is feeling a little fragile, and thinking a cup of tea might be in order.

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