I love a party with a happy atmosphere!

Well, it was every woman for herself in the musical chairs, so I failed miserably there, but managed a good effort in the eat-as-much-chocolate-with-a-knife-and-fork event. 

Tomorrow is Casino Royale night in the mess. On the invitation it confidently stated that a well-known Kathmandu casino would be running the night. Then, yesterday (or possibly the day before), the someone from the mess committee went into Hubby's work to ask if some of the blokes in the workshop could knock up some roulette and black jack tables. I'm not sure if anyone ever bothered to phone the local casino to ask them to come to the mess, but they're not coming. Someone has perhaps learnt that writing something on an invitation doesn't make it come true (perhaps they have also learnt that wishes don't always come true, and that Santa is just someone's fat uncle; sadly even the world's bravest soldiers have to learn these harsh realities at some point). So, as it is, we'll most likely be playing top trumps on a tables cobbled together from bits of old army furniture - less James Bond and more Brooke Bond by the minute. 

Wierdly, Sunil has suddenly gone all keen, and in a strange role reversal actually phoned me up tonight to tell me that he was coming round for a final fitting. He has promised to have the dress and matching bag ready by tomorrow evening. I just don't have the heart to tell  him that I'm not going to wear it. It is a gorgeous full-length evening dress in leaf-green silk. I am not wasting it on a Casino Royale night, with no casino, which is rapidly degenerating into fancy dress (last night I heard of Miss Moneypenny and Blofeld's cat coming along, and there was also some discussion of wigs and gold bikinis). 

Lovely teacher from school has offered to have kids for sleepover, hurrah, but Hubby is officially on duty so will not be drinking, boo. 

If Hubby is sober and there is no entertainment, might have to stash a big bar of chocolate in my handbag and suggest impromptu game of eat-as-much-chocolate-as-you-can-with-a-knife-and-fork to liven things up a bit.

But not musical chairs.

It's nine pm and Hubby has had his hot chocolate and wowed Sunil with his great Nepali (you know, 'in my opinion my wife is a little fat...' blah blah) and is fast asleep already. No doubt dreaming of green baize table tops and the grammatically correct way of saying 'in my opinion my wife is a little drunk, so just humour her with the whole wierd eating-chocolate-with-cutlery-thing' in Nepali.