Back at the Shuhada flat a few of us stare at lemonade bottles while others are out looking for something to mix with them. Loads of people have been invited so it is a little bit of a worry as to which will come first.

By 11pm we have refreshments and there must have been 25-30 khawaja (seemingly half of them have lived at the flat sometime in the past). We have a good time. I don't know how it ended but the next day certainly came too soon.