buns of steel...

...and I thought that I had buns of sponge. Mr McMuffin and I decided to get on with the Baccara song this evening. After ten minutes of squawking I decided to get Gypsy Tart over to listen to the abomination that we had created. Unfortunately her front door swells a little when damp and has to be pushed from the outside to gain entry. As my legs are far stronger than my puny arms, I've got into the habit of using my lower limbs and torso for any tasks which demand some strength. This time I pushed against the door with my hip/bum and smashed a pane of glass in their door. I have to say that I felt terrible about the havoc I wreaked, but am pleased to announce that I don't need buttock surgery.

Another fruitless couple of hours in Bluewater and I still don't have a wedding guest outfit. We're going to two this summer so I didn't want to recycle the usual stuff I pull on when I have to look smart. I almost got a trouser suit in Zara in a cream colour, but am not sure if this colour is now acceptable at weddings. I know it won't be a problem at one, as the bride is wearing green, but as the other is a McMuffin family wedding I don't want to do anything to drew attention to myself! The other option is a floral 50's style top and skirt, but rarely wear patterns so it might feel a bit strange. May have to recycle the red Monsoon dress after all. I love clothes, I love shopping, I just hate buying clothes for special occasions.