The Homecoming

We arrived home last night just before 3am - to our front garden resembling the aftermath of a wild party. WTF? Plastic glasses, empty bottles, cans and Corona six-pack boxes (excatly what Geoff has - had???-  stocked in the garage fridge) were stewn over the front lawn. There were streamers through the trees, cups and cans in the hedge, balloons tied to the roses. The esky was on the front porch - awash with amber liquid and big 'Happy Birthday' sign strung across the verandah. Hmmm. No - definitely not a 'welcome home' arrangement.

The final two touches were a leopold skin and pink lace bra on the hand rail and a vomit next to the stairs under a tree. Geoff, with questionable wisdom, stuck his finger in the latter and declared it real.

Here's a couple of shots in daylight:

The vomit

And then we found the note on the front door....

FYI, the 'beer bottles' are Bundaberg Ginger Beer with the labels soaked off, the 'beer' is cold tea, the vomit is weetbix in milk!!! I guess had we thought about it it certainly didn't smell like a party!!