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It is too much to describe but it really looked lovely. The band played up above us. I have sherry, champagne, brandy, port, whiskey, a taste of kincha. I was told not to touch the port so I didn't. It was a do, champagnes bottles popping all over the place, one's glass never empty. We were of course guests. After the meal after I had suspiciously got rid of a glass of champagne into my coffee we starting drinking properly. A brandy and soda was throast on me which I drank them I was given a double, most of that went on a flower pot with a very subtle | |||||||||
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band went in front of the car. Well cheerio, will write you on Sunday again. Teddie | |||||||||
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