
I think Andrew really likes me. As for Amelie, she's just checking out his earwax.
Anyhoo, with the carpets scorched, the fridge full of sausages, and the neighbours still accusing us of drilling in the middle of the night, what better time to invite a couple of friends round for the evening. So with great excitement, we welcomed our good pals Stefan and Andrew into the new flat yesterday for a gourmet three course meal (that's if you count Doritos as a course).
Here they are relaxing on our new sofas, unaware that beneath the cosy cream-coloured covers, they're held together with wood glue and sellotape...

If you think they look happy there, it's because I hadn't yet given them the Singing Bird. Stefan definitely stopped smiling at that point.

All in all, it was a most enjoyable evening. Stefan and Andrew told us how to test a cat's hearing using nothing but a guitar tuner and a fire alarm, and in return, we showed them the hate-mail from our neighbours, and revealed our plans for the rest of the month. Which include surprisingly little drilling. Amelie gave them both a nosey-posey before retiring to bed, and they even congratulated me on my cooking. The skillful way I stuck a fork into the film lid of that ready meal obviously paid off. I might apply for 'Come Dine With Me'.
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I don't understand any of these references to polular culture.
"Don't like it" ....sounds like Little Britain...how much does she watch?
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