when a blurry face blocks them. "Oh, hi, Brigette, I say, when I an make out who it is. "Sure, help yourself, it's great mead. I think I left some." I roll over and push myself up to my knees, then to my feet, and stand there, swaying. Or is it the world that is moving? I don't know ... who cares, anyway? I only know that I am very tired. I look around, and see the town nearby. Yes, that's where I booked a room. Now I just have to walk there.

I set off, and find it hard going. The ground seems to keep moving up and down, and I stumble and stagger as I go. After a while, I turn and look back at the fire and the dancers. Oh, yes ... I should say good night. I raise a hand and wave, and shout "goo'nigh', all!" then start off again. I really do need a nice, soft bed. *yawn

*this is my last post for today. See you all tomorrow