deja vu, uh huh...

As David has so rightly pointed out, Mr McMuffin has posted about these particular spammer friends before (but has now taking the rather more assertive step of pointing out to them that their spamming is not big or clever). As I have nothing new to say, I was rather concerned that this post about work, a day out, Slinky and margaritas might be seen as a repetition, rather than an original reworking of these familiar themes.

I was rather drunk when I wrote it, (having decided that two beers, half a bottle of wine and about four small glasses of pudding wine were a reasonable accompaniment to dinner on Friday and regretted this hugely on Saturday morning) but it actually still makes sense. I wonder how much more productive and decisive I would be if I was drunk at work, I am beginning to think that my general sobriety is holding me back.

I have no idea how I managed to get up on Saturday morning and clear up most of the mess from the night before and still get ready to leave ridiculously early (for a Saturday morning) to attend some auctions with Gypsy Tart, her chum and Rock Cake. Mr McMuffin was allowed to come on the understanding that he did not get carried away by the twin possibilities of spending money and gambling that going to an auction affords. We both bid on a lot each and were outbid by people who were clearly just trying to annoy us by refusing to give in. Gits.

Our little excitement over, we wandered around Greenwich looking at interesting and generally useless things on the stalls before stuffing ourselves at the Vietnamese buffet. Ms Ginger Cake kindly met Mr McMuffin and I and transported us in her big car to a massive cash and carry type place, where we hoped that we could load her big car up with a dishwasher. There wasn't much choice, but it looked as if we could get a bargain. We decided against the bargain and when I googled the product, I found that the Co-op sells it £10 cheaper and delivers. Good old Co-op gets my bid. Sadly I now have at least another week of washing dishes by hand, forgetting to buy gloves and having itchy dried up skin.

I now can't be bothered to write about margaritas (couldn't drink any, liver to think of) and Slinky (now sneaking into our bed due to coldness of ambient temperature). Relief all round I should think.