Last night the owners of Clarence Castle had a birthday party for one of their cleaners. They took huge bags of blown up balloons to the top floor of the hostel and pushed them through the window onto us below, wishing her happy birthday.
The pastry chef for the new cafe had made a big glazed tart with different kinds of fruit. There is a French guy about my age, he likes to play (hitting me with balloons) and we were joking and I laughed so hard, I hope I laughed some of my sadness away.
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