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Reminder: Housewarming party

Due to the short attention spans I know a lot of people have, this is a reminder. :)

Housewarming party at my new place, tomorrow (Saturday the 11th) from 7:00pm onwards. If you want to come and don't know the address, let me know.

If people want to turn up early, I'm certianly not going to complain. All I'm going to be doing is running around the house panicking that I haven't got everything ready! :)

See people there.

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draquin
Jun. 10th, 2005 12:53 am (UTC)
I will be there & probably early as the cubs are having a disco from 6, which means I show up at 6:05 & have to wander off at 7:25 & come back. Ok.
See you then...
halloranelder
Jun. 10th, 2005 01:12 am (UTC)
I think I can probably manage that. :)
paxford
Jun. 10th, 2005 12:54 am (UTC)
Apologies
As dearly as I would love to attend, I'm afraid my health is at the "totally stuffed" stage (headaches, earaches and dizzy fits seem to be my constant companions this week)

Hugs and more apologies
halloranelder
Jun. 10th, 2005 01:13 am (UTC)
Re: Apologies
No problems. Your health is more important.

*hugs*
the_metatron
Jun. 11th, 2005 12:39 am (UTC)
Hope it all goes well ;)
halloranelder
Jun. 11th, 2005 08:15 am (UTC)
It did, thanks.
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