Well, party on down, dudes!Yes, it was the biggest day of this week to date when I opened up my humble new ballroom in the upper deck of Derrig Towers.
Of course, only a select bunch actually got to come in - no riff-raff here! - apart from Jools who shows up at the opening of an envelope and managed to tap her way through my highly witty speech.
I was a bit miffed though to discover that Beattie had clearly been up all night painting some absurd rural trumpet l'oeil on the window, completely obscuring my (research purposes only)view of St.Trollope's School for Abandoned Young Laydeez.
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