Aftermath :)

Beloved: *stomps into room and steals my phone*
Me: Hey! use your own phone! You have 3!
Beloved: I'm changing your ring tone and deleting it.
Me: Don't you dare! I like my ring tone.
Beloved: That's the point - you're supposed to ANSWER your bloody phone, not sing along to it!
Me: Oops...

I think he's just sulking because I told him he couldn't drink absinthe neat and he said he could and then I dared him and... well, the rest can be imagined.

Other aftermath jobs include:
Having to dismantle the 3 metre "sculpture" of pickled onions, cocktail sticks, used lime slices and satsuma peeling.

Chipping out WHATEVER it was we put in the ice trays.

Removing the bra from the freezer

Removing the lemonade covered feather duster from the freezer

Replacing several missing glasses

Finding missing glasses as a mosaic on the patio

Removing the various ribbons, bows and labels now adorning the cat.

Feeding the cat fish to stop teh sulkage

Repairing the ceiling light

Removing the ropes from the furniture

Finding all the furniture.

Removing the bed linens from the chest freezer

Clean the... no, REPLACE the cooker hobs. And the oven. Good gods, definitely the oven.

Remove the sleeping bags from the stairs and the mattress from the bottom of the stairs.

Pull all the maps off the damn CEILING

Call a skip to collect the various take away wrappers and pizza boxes.

swear to be teetotal and join a monastery have a drink