As we arrived, another couple of our friends were just at the front door. This lead to us calling out greetings and this in turn presumably alerted the host, P___ that his guests had arrived. He duly opened his bathroom window and called out a greeting. K___ and I would have responded but unfortunately, P___'s frosted bathroom window wasn't quite as frosty as he imagined and we were sent into paroxysms of spluttering laughter at the sight of P___ standing full-frontal nude onto the street, with Little P___ on show to all. The glass hid nothing. I did attempt to call out to him, but when I looked up I burst into another fit of gaffaws and couldn't get the words out.
I'm sure it was very embarrassing for poor P___, but we hadn't laughed so hard for an age. I thought K___ was going to go into labour she was hugging her bump so hard!
Once in we were greeted by P___'s partner, the lovely J__ and made to feel at home, including a guided tour of their palatial new home. Very nice!
It wasn't long before the party started to fill up with guests. A lot of the people seemed to work in P___'s chambers - he's a barrister - or were J__'s friends and our room was quite a lot less crowded than the rest of the house. A woman walked in with a baby strapped to her front and remarked on how quiet the room was and sat down, with her baby fast asleep. Talk inevitably turned to babies and birth once the woman realised that K___ was pregnant. She started to ask K___ lots of questions and as we found out when K___ answered her question of 'where are you going to have it?' with 'home', she was passionate about home birth and seemed to think we'd made the right decision. As K___ said to me on the way home today, what would she have done if K___ had answered her with 'hospital'?