These days, my apartment reminds me of what it was commonly like at home a few years ago: a hotel. We have three of Jay's friends staying with us from his time in N Ireland last year - two American girls and a Scottish guy. Needless to say, there is very little silence at home now, and things are always on the move. It's a nice change. The four of them are busy catching up on each other and remembering the days when they lived on pasta and ketchup. I joined them when they watched some old home videos they had made last year. They certainly are some of the funniest people I've met. I think the synergy of the four of them together is where the funny part comes out.

Yesterday, one of them told us how she once had three bees caught in her hair. Amidst the oputburst of laughter at this hilarious statement, Sarah proceeded to tell us how one day she told her mum, "I hear buzzing near my head". Her mum then looked around her daughter's head and the hair, which was tied up in a bun. Suddenly she screamed bloody murder as she realized that there were bees caught in her daughter's hair. Her first instinct - after screaming, of course - was to grab a stick and come at Sarah's head with it. Her panic made Sarah panic, until eventually the bees flew out. Sarah's head, fortunately, was still in one piece.

Such stories are common these days with Jay, Sarah, Lisa, and Malcolm at home.