Oh dear me. Well. I wandered into the study this morning to find the collected Blythes in a flurry of righteous indignation. Apparently, they'd had a bit of an interrupted night and wanted me to know exactly how unhappy with it they were.
Turns out that after a rather civilised dinner party, Plink and Melchie had decided to go hard rather than going home to watch the New Year in with Jools Holland and had caused a bit of a rumpus... unfortunately, I'd woken up before the Makies, and was able to procure evidence of misdeeds from my iPhone...
|Looks like things started off sensibly enough.|
|Champagne is traditional, I suppose.|
|Oh, good grief.|
|Plink... what... that's a stuffed hedgehog.|
Where did that even come from?!
|Aargh! How'd she even get up there?!|
|2AM, this was taken. Explains the smoke alarm going off.|