The Party's Over!

Hi! How is everyone? Am I the first one back, then? I have to confess I've got the mother of all headaches. What do you mean? I'm not shouting, I'm whispering!

I had to hitch from the police station, because none of the officers were travelling in this direction. It wasn't difficult, though, in my mini skirt and fishnets. By the time the driver was close enough to see my face, I'd got the door open and my substantial booty parked on the passenger seat. After I'd rabbited on, for 20 minutes or so, about virtual parties and the like, he was more than happy to push me out of the car as we passed the bottom of my road.

Those young policeman know how to party, don't they? I noticed they kicked us out of the station pretty sharpish, though, once the alcohol ran out.

We did have a great time, didn't we? I know I sound a bit unsure, but I can't remember too much about it, to be honest. I do keep recalling snatches of the evening from time to time, however. Hmmm ........

Whose idea was it to set off all of the fireworks at once? Really? Well, it certainly worked. I've never seen so many nice young men in uniforms arrive, en masse, at a party, in that way, before. Firemen; policemen; paramedics.

The fireworks display was truly spectacular. It didn't last very long, but the resulting blaze carried on for hours, I believe. I don't know why the firemen felt the need to zap us all, with those jets of water, just as we asked for a closer look at their hoses. I fell arse over tip down that grassy bank and saw more than a few stars, when I got to the bottom!

Wasn't it a blast playing that game of chase, with those nice young policemen and the police helicopters? They were bound to catch us in the end, though, weren't they? We could hardly walk in those stilettos, never mind run! Those police dogs were a bit unruly, I thought. I hope our wounds heal soon, without leaving a scar.

It was sweet of those nice young policemen to try and preserve the modesty of those of you who had stripped off, with their police helmets. We really needed a considerably larger number of police officers, though, I'm afraid.

I've found some of the tarty clothes, which were cast off with a certain amount of 'wild abandonment', as the evening progressed. They were strewn over the hedge at the side of the house. Who does the peephole bra belong to? Really, she's a bit of a dark horse, isn't she? Is it an Ann Summers?

I'm sorry to say that I rather lost count of those of you who were carried off on stretchers to the ambulance and those who were taken to the police station. As long as you're all okay, now, though, that's all that matters. Sorry? No, you're right. There seems to be a couple who haven't blogged, yet, today. I wonder what's happened to those 2? Just a second my phone's ringing.

It's okay. I know where they are, now. They must have stopped off at the children's playground, when we did the conga, down the High Street, in the early hours. Apparently, one's got her ample posterior stuck in one of the seats on the kiddies' roundabout, and the other's wedged at the top of the slide. I'd better get down there and see what I can do, I suppose. I must get these thigh-length, black suede stiletto boots off first, though. Now, where are my trainers?

Anyway, guys, it was a blast! Thanks, once again, for entering into the spirit of everything and being so entertaining. We must try and have another get together, in the summer. I think we'll need more alcohol, next time, though. Don't get changing those bank details or pin numbers, now.

Oh, I almost forgot! If I don't see you before, I'll see you when our case comes up, next month!