Well I had my works leaving do yesterday, met up in the pub for a bar lunch first, then a wee tour round some more dens of iniquity. I did get a few funny looks walking around with skippy the blow up kangaroo under my arm and a cork hat on my head.Loads of people turned up (I think they just wanted to make sure they were getting rid of me) I ended up very drunk (Im such a lightweight these days) had a great time but decided to leave about 11pm (I had been out since 12) after I started to get a wee bit "tired and emotional" - you know the sort of thing, hanging on peoples necks saying"I love you, I do, you are a great mate" I got home and proceeded to drop the contents of my bag on the floor, rang the doorbell and hubby opened the door to find me on my hands knees, wearing a cork hat holding the remnants of skippy. I promptly burst into tears and and told him I was upset because my mate had murdered skippy with her fag!! (the fact that she`d been stomping on him as well would not have helped).