Dinner at Sluts End

I'm off to eat a dinner part tonight in a house which was built on a whores’ cemetery.
I reckon if you dug the garden up you might find a bit of petticoat miraculously preserved. How cool would that be to find?
To be honest some bones would be even better to find. I could put them up on the book shelf. I’ve always wanted a human skull to place amongst my books. A teenage fantasy held close still. They are pricey enough on the internet so I haven’t indulged myself, yet.

I’m excited about this dinner for so many reasons. The providers of the dinner have a very cute little baby. Although now that I think of it she will be asleep by 8.30pm. Hmm must call up at a better time for baby watching. Broodiness is a weekly feature in my head these days so the occasional cooing over a cute baby is a must.

Em, anyway back to the dinner. So I think it makes me cool (I never get to be cool), to hang out with people who live in a house at Sluts End. They have bodies in their garden. Maybe if the rain washes all the dirt away over the course of the dinner I’ll get to see some. We are getting lots of rain at the moment. I should bring a camera just in case. Wellingtons too, although as a fashion statement these are over. I think I can get away with being several years behind in the fashion stakes now I’m thirty.
Could I arrive at the door with a shovel for the house instead of the usual bottle of wine?
And we are bringing an external hard drive in order to get some new music from the host. He has really diverse musical taste and a generous nature, there will be swapping but mostly from the other side.
I’m all butterflies in expectation of a music library extension.

I will be back with more after the dinner, maybe with pictures.
At least some ghost stories.