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Me and Stephen declined a couple of NYE parties with the view that we needed to stay sober and also we had to find somewhere we could take Harley Pup Pups who would of had a nervous breakdown with the onslaught of a teenage invasion. We went to a friends to slop out on her sofas drinking coke and eating our own body weight again in crisps, sausage rolls and handfuls of Celebrations. When we returned home (I was dreading it) the first thing that greeted us was toilet rolls that were lobbed on the drive. When we went in the house the floor was a sea of lager with bottle tops to match. We fought our way through a throng of 20 teens and that was just in the kitchen. The small gathering was more hitting the 50 mark... (yes I have read the horror stories of teen parties ending up ripping out bathroom suites etc and they would of done us a favour if this had been the case!)
To cut a long story short, it took nearly an hour to turf them out, amongst bin liners full of bottles and biscuits and ham.. Yes biscuits and ham! We left no food but they raided our cupboards and fridge to eat and squash in the carpet biscuits and ham.. each to their own.
We finally got to bed at 3am with about 5 staying over. I didn't really sleep very well as my OCD was kicking in big time. I went downstairs on New Years Day about 7.30am, put my Ministry of Sound 80's Anthems on full blast, started the hoover which the dog hates and barks constantly at and started the clear up. I spent the next 5 hours wringing lager out the cushions, clearing up ten toilet rolls from the garden, picking up garments, odd shoes and then flashing the house from top to bottom.
To be fair nothing was broken, and it was just dirty and a mess. There is a blob of chewing gum on the carpet but if any one has some top tips to remove it, please let me know. They all had a good time which I am glad BUT I am never having a teenage party again!