I went out to dinner with Stacey and Di last night. It was so good to be back with my hens. It felt like I never left except that I had more interesting stories to tell. They said that they get the impression that Bill and I are going out every night and have loads of new friends. They must be reading someone else's blog since weeknights are pretty dull in Eton and the only person we know is Louise.
Bill was happy to be reunited with his work crew. They all went to Sal's (in our quest to eat as much pizza as possible while we are here) and Bill hung all over the ladies, as usual. They probably forgot what a dirty old man he is.
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