What's a duck do? in Hello.

It’s getting chillier now! There’s a touch of frost outside, and I’m lying in bed with my super fluffy dressing gown on. It’s lovely!
I went out on a hen do at the weekend. The fiancee of my supervisor was the bride to be. I was a bit dubious going out with a bunch of 20 somethings and getting drunk, but I needn’t have worried because they were all lovely. I assigned myself role of designated driver, as we were going to the next town for food. We had to dress as something beginning with the first letter of our names, I was Sweeney Todd, Belle was a boxer. The bride to be, Tana, insisted it wasn’t a hen do, it was a duck do and if anyone asked “what’s a duck do?” we all had to quack. I knew they were my people when they started asking each other if they could mop up sauces off other plates with bread, or if they could finish what was in your dish because it looked delicious. English people are so prim and polite when they go out, so it was refreshing to see all the food get eaten, even though nearly everyone left something! We went to a couple of pubs, did some dancing, then decided we were coming to the brewery for a drink before moving on. Simon, Tana’s fiancée, refused to serve Tana and most of her friends because they were too drunk (he has a personal licence, so it could have put that at jeopardy as well as the brewery’s!) I had 2 pints before we all moved on. I went home at that point, I was knackered and wanted to get into my pyjamas! I also really wanted a shower, my hair was backcombed and full of hairspray, I was wearing makeup (I don’t normally) and I was really sweaty. In other words, old and boring, haha!
Rob is still at the hotel near Barnard Castle. His initial plan was to stay there till the 15th, then try and find another agency job before Christmas. But this place has asked him to stay on a bit longer and there’s nothing else on his agent’s books. He also knows this kitchen and menu, so he’s going to stay a bit longer. I said as long as he’s home for Christmas, that’s all I ask. He said he definitely will be, despite being offered £36 an hour to work Christmas Day! The place is falling down round his ears and he said all the chefs are miserable. But he can just walk out whenever he wants, which makes his life so much better.
Birthdays coming up. Belle turns 23 on the 21st, she wants money. Eleanor turns 19 and I turn 53 on the 30th. I’ve bought Eleanor all the Moomin books, so now I’m looking forward to her opening them so I can have a read.