Nando's Birthday.

At the pub, I was introduced to several of Jan's friends. I had hear about these people and some of them had heard about me. I finally got to meet Olwen, who I had herd about a lot. She had even heard about me. I met a Ripley, who was a refugee from Finland. There was a dark Hardy lass, by the door, going by the name of Lynn. Lynn looked a lot like Jan's daughter, except she had darker hair and was older. When Lynn found out about my blog, she insisted that I write about her. I explained to her that I needed to know stuff about her, before I could write about her effectively. She suggested I make things up, deliberately, avoiding a few problems. Sorry, I just don't make stuff up!