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While I was on my Marks and Spencer big knicker hunting trip to London, Darling D organised a small party...
for 55 people.
Her Dad was persauded to take dog and camping car to a sandy beach for the night, in order that the party goers would not feel too inhibited.

They weren't inhibited at all.

My peace of mind was disturbed on holiday by a bizarre and brief message.
The gendarmes had been called out in the small hours because someone had been rearranging garden furniture in the village down the hill and disturbing the righteous slumber of somebody called Odile.
On my return, I found that the police had visited the next day, after Mysweet H had returned, and said it was possible that one of the villagers might make an official complaint. Mysweet H and Darling D tried to head this one off at the pass by writing a grovelling letter offering to pay for any damage. They bravely set off into the village to place this in everyone's letter box (20 houses or so).
Those that they met seemed to think it was funny rather than anything else, saying that their doorbells had been rung, but no harm done, and yes they had been known to party themselves at that age...

Later that day, a red faced man, known locally as someone who is very fond of a drink, staggered up the hill, to complain at length, in person.

His doorbell had been rung...late.
Someone had moved his ladder.
His 10 chickens had gone.
His neighbour, the elderly Odile, had been horrified to open her door after the bell had rung and find a frightening plastic flower with little flashing lights stuck in the pot outside her door.

Dad and daughter withstood the ten minute diatribe.

When the man with the red face appeared to have run down, Mysweet asked what damage he had sustained.

"Well, the ladder is still there... and the chickens came back, they know where their food is. But it was the disturbance and the worry, he said. You must give me MONEY."

He got an apology and a ranting opportunity, and that will have to do.

Darling D is trying to track down the culprits so they can go and apologise to Odile and give her some real flowers.