I threw a house-cooling party on Saturday which featured all the usual tropes including desperate calls from the porter to prompt us to turn the music down (Fish brought his hard-core trance collection), wine on the carpet and overnight crashers.Gibnut arrived first and was soon focussed on getting some smoke out of my little collection of copal incense. He managed to share this fascination with other guests and once the appropriate container had been located, a decent little plume was achieved.
In the morning I was actually quite glad that the sitting room smelled (mainly) like the interior of a church in Guatemala.
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