I knew I'd suffer at some point.

Yesterday I was fairly caffeinated. Could you tell?

For our Friday night tea Caroline and I decided to try something a bit different and go to Crosby. South Road has a variety of restaurants and I thought it would make a change from the holy trinity of chinese, pub food or pizza.

( Cut for the gastronomically uninclined )

Today it's pissing down, not really a suprise as it is haircut day. Jobs for the day... zero tolerance bedroom clearing, establishing that Schuh's cowbody boots will not fit me, hair cut and then buying ingredients for pesto. I've also to phone Debenhams. Caroline got her account statement on Monday and mine hasn't appeared. I am officially worried.

EDIT: No longer worried. Suprisingly useful automated system told me my statement isn't due until the 20th September and that there "are no payments due on this account". Ra!

Exactly what it says on the tin.

Finally! Confirmation that I'm NOT going insane and my mobile phone IS going mental. It's just unlocked itself in front of my eyes. I'm peeved as I'm sure it's over a year old and so out of guarantee [1].

Caroline is hinting heavily about cat shopping. My only comment was that she needed a pair.

She also hinted heavily about kitchen shopping but I'm not giving up my Sunday for her to wander around industrial estates. I know that makes me sound like a terrible friend but it's for her own good. She needs to buy a car so I can get drunk when I go out. :)

Wardrobe sorting established that I bought loads of stuff in the sales last year so can't justify new clothes. Poot.


[1] I did think about tracking back through LJ to find the precise date but then I couldn't be faffed.