while i write this stuck at my desk at an unholy hour our prom girl literally is off to new shores, not only to celebrate the end of two tedious months of gcse exams, but also the end of her education at the haberdasher's foundation. so very appropriate therefore that the ball takes place on a (moored) boat on the thames tonight, and let's hope the waves and the (secretly smuggled in) alko-pops don't mess with our darlings. picture three shows rike stranded on a mysterious and very overgrown island, or is it just our garden, untouched by human hands...
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