Stupid, stupid, stupid me.
There goes my weekend.
The house is full of people with braying voices who beg the remark "Nice perfume, but must you marinade in it?" telling our house staff to book them taxis. This evening's going to be a huge success for the school. I'm so glad for it.
I have incidentally, lost it, now. But I don't expect anyone will notice.
I'm going to go and curl up in my room. I wish I had somebody to go to.