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I was very touched when I saw what everyone had got me as leaving presents. They really must've made an effort. There was a picnic hamper complete with cups and plates, cherry vodka (oh no!), an excellent wild flower identification book, a reference set, origami paper and things, a blue gem stone necklace, bubble blowing liquid, cactuses, and some very pretty tea light holders. And I inherited a colleague's Action Man, complete with his own motorcycle and very gay lycra bodysuit. Quite a haul, I'm sure you'll agree.

I had drinks with everyone, then went round to friends and sat in their garden and had a few more drinks, which was very pleasant. At some point J brought up the perennially interesting topic of 'surely there must be some gay cricketers', which is always fun. I told her about the Paxman/Portillo nipple rings story. Rumour has it, she informed me, that Peter Lilley and Michael Portillo were caught shagging on Lilley's ministerial desk, and the woman that caught them, well, she just got promoted and promoted.... I'm sure it's just an urban myth.