After the farewell for our fallen friends had finished in the dome a few of us decided to continue the party, so the ones that were sober or coherent enough to carry on all moved to Justin Lowe and Arthur Goodman’s house. Whilst me and my awesome mate Fabian Kenyon stumbled up the cobble stone path way, everyone was being ushered inside by Justin. This is most probably the first time I’ve ever seen him out of his work coveralls and not a spec of dirt in sight, you see Justin and Arthur work in the green house/gardens and it’s also where they met each other 5 years ago. Every time I enter the house it feels like all my worries melt away then are instantly replaced by heartwarming, huggable feelings. that’s why I like coming here so much…. oh, their also amazing friends of ours. They were the people that helped Kauzanne through the difficulties of her sexual preferences and uncertain wavering emotions she held towards one of her close friends (Even though they never told anyone who it was, I kind of had a slight hunch as to who the unsuspecting victim to her very troublesome ways could be) …. Anywho that’s her business, so let’s move on…. Uhm… oh right… As I wrap Justin up in the biggest hug I can muster Fabian and I make our way through the old Victorian cottage in search of his better half, who we eventually locate in the office with his adopted children Legacy-Wynn, Legion an Levison (the 16-year-old triplets) discussing which saplings to grow next season. Seeing as their occupied at the moment we end up waving from the door jam and going about our business elsewhere. Parting ways in the spacious lounge, I slink towards the bathroom just to find that there’s a mega line of drunk patrons, but what they don’t know is the kids renovated the master bathroom for Arthur and Justin’s anniversary a couple weeks ago. So, redirecting my efforts towards the other end of the cottage, my mission is rewarded with an empty yet very flash modern-victorian bathroom. I close the door and immediately collide with a really stoned Geniveve apparently, she came to the same conclusion as I. (good minds think alike or in this case twin powers) Relieved of the ticking time bomb, I wait for Gen to finish. “Hey, are you alright” I ask but when Ginny doesn’t answer I suddenly which to worry mode “Gin what’s wrong, why aren’t you saying anything?” I think she realized my worry and starts regaling me with her tale “Nita and I got into some huge argument 2 and a half hours into the sermon, something along the lines of me staying away from Kau… I don’t know what’s so wrong about me hanging out with my best friend, it pissed me off so I kind of told her she was being a paranoid control freak…………and we’re not like that anyway so maybe she should mind her own business” she tells me as she casts her eyes downwards suddenly finding interest in the floor, which by the way has really beautiful Persian tiling. Well that conversation was bound to rear its ugly head eventually, I silently voice to myself. “Okay so that explains the stoney eyes, but what brought all this up in the first place.” Shrugging in silence Ginny just says “it could be a number of reasons, I noticed a long time ago that Nita can’t really stand her and it could also be a personal grievance I’m not sure. This is one of the factors why I kept away from the dating scene, it’s baffling.” As I go through all the reasons why, one really sticks out, but my awesome genius of a twin is completely oblivious. Which makes me feel sorry for all parties involved, but this is something Geniveve must figure out for herself. To try an cheer her up I say “I couldn’t even begin to imagine what your going through but I know that being alone getting wasted isn’t going to help anyone so, why don’t you join us in the yard. I know for a fact that you’ll sort it out and being around loved ones will most certainly help you solve this. Whatever the outcome you know I’m always here for you, whenever you need it.” A tiny smile twitched at the corner of her lips “Thanks sis but I want to at least try, if I need help I absolutely know who to get a hold of and who knows this could just be a misunderstanding, we might not even be broken up.” We hide in the room and have a sneaky joint, before throwing our arms over each other’s shoulders and saying f==k it before strutting our stuff onwards and upwards… After that everything kinda happened in a severe  smoke hazed, drunk fueled fuzz.

As I groggily enter the world of the living once more, I think to myself “OMFG, I can’t believe what happened last night” whilst I slowly but surely raise myself into a slouched sitting position and try with the utmost care as one really hungover women could attempt without blowing chunks everywhere…. (burp) Eewwww…. Staring blankly at the coffee table it takes me a few seconds to click “Huh why am I sleeping in the damn living room, ouch” as I look down “well at less I’m still fully clothed and on this run down old couch of all things, even though it came from a good place my mum still felt the need to just dump it here. I can think of multiple things I’ll be able to create from the materials, but still contemplate weather or not I need to get a tetanus shot. Just as they cycle through my mind to formulate an idea my nose picks up a good old whiff of pastries and Miss Hubbard’s (Anita-May’s mother) famous pork and watercress pie, I make a bee line for the kettle to pour me a generous amount of black coffee and quickly down it before refilling my mug. When I turn around to greet my hunky monkey I notice Kau wearing my clothes and by the looks of it, eating my well-deserved toasty with its cheesey gooey goodness but I guess I could let it go this one time (just once). When Kau finally leaves Ginny suddenly emerges from my room in a right state, you’d think we changed places.

………TO BE CONTINUDE…...