Not even the prospect of bumping into Robyn on National Kissing Day was enough temptation to haul my sorry hungover arse out of bed early enough this morning to catch a train down to Lahndan Town for the great blogging party in the park (around again so soon? and I'd been practising my frisbee throwing as well) or for Luke's leaving shindig. Someone had better fill me in on all the gossip I've missed real soon.

I guess it's just my day for missing out, since seeing as I'm single, I won't be able to take part today in The Seventh Annual World Wife Carrying Championship over in Finland...