Housewarming

A party that lasted almost 12 hours -- we started at 3pm so all those poor sods who were rostered to work on Saturday night could come and have some wine before trudging off to work, and the last lot didn't leave till 2.30am, people kindly came in three or four waves so we had restive lulls in between; four dogs in the house at one stage, with one "accident" and one deliberate marking -- and not a single photo to show for it.

Sorry, ES.


Or maybe this post-party pooped-out one will make up.

The beef rendang was excellent -- J, who lives down the street wanted to take the whole chafing dish load back -- the mee siam so-so and I don't much care if I don't eat another kueh till Christmas. Or anything with gula melaka and covered with coconut.

On Friday night, we went back to our old house to invite the old neighbours. HRH got really excited and strained at her leash. We unhooked the leash and when the lift doors opened on the 10th floor, she trotted left down the corridor and straight for our old flat and waited expectantly at the front door.

The old neighbours said they missed us but we're sure they really meant they missed HRH. We're just the proxy. Which also explains why half of the housewarming gifts were rawhide, dog biscuits and squeaky toys (oh dear lord, she has more now).

You know it was a good party when you end up with more wine and beer than you started out with. And a dog that will probably sleep till next week before she pesters you with the new squeaky toys. M said he "brought home a dead dog". Haha. Like I used to say in the Spock days, a tired Jack Russell is a good Jack Russell. I'm lucky now, Schnauzers take longer to recharge their batteries than Jack Russells.