Treats and tricks
Nov. 3rd, 2024 12:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustJ invited us to lunch on Thursday, which is always a treat.
We returned home to find a delegation of young women on our doorstep, holding a package wrapped in tissue paper. They were representatives of the student household next-door-but-one, there to warn us that they would be having a hallowe'en party, to apologise in advnace for the noise, and to appease us with home-baked brownies. We thanked them for the brownies, and asked what time they planned to end the party, and they said they planned to move into town at elevent o' clock: of course they did, because elevent is the locally agreed curfew.
The brownies were good, and the party must have been good, too: there seemed to be a huge number of people there, and it was very loud. At eleven o' clock there was no sign of it winding down: I heard a couple of blasts of a whistle on the garden, and wondered whether this was a 'time's up' signal, but time clearly wasn't up.
It was loud enough fordurham_rambler (who is quite deaf) to go and remind them of the time: the police advise against doing this, but he found them quite affable: "People kept offering me drinks," he said, "but I just pulled the jackplugs out of the DJ's desk."
Which seems to have had the desired result.
We returned home to find a delegation of young women on our doorstep, holding a package wrapped in tissue paper. They were representatives of the student household next-door-but-one, there to warn us that they would be having a hallowe'en party, to apologise in advnace for the noise, and to appease us with home-baked brownies. We thanked them for the brownies, and asked what time they planned to end the party, and they said they planned to move into town at elevent o' clock: of course they did, because elevent is the locally agreed curfew.
The brownies were good, and the party must have been good, too: there seemed to be a huge number of people there, and it was very loud. At eleven o' clock there was no sign of it winding down: I heard a couple of blasts of a whistle on the garden, and wondered whether this was a 'time's up' signal, but time clearly wasn't up.
It was loud enough for
durham_rambler (who is quite deaf) to go and remind them of the time: the police advise against doing this, but he found them quite affable: "People kept offering me drinks," he said, "but I just pulled the jackplugs out of the DJ's desk."Which seems to have had the desired result.
