Saturday.

I was just in the CO-OP, the mad drunk woman was in there buying white wine - I nearly shit myself and hid behind the bread, I don't think she saw me. They have reduced all the ready meals to chuck away prices so I'm having a giant Korma feast later.

I was going to go out - but I've cleaned the house instead - and watched 'The Nun's Story' - which is almost as good as 'Song of Bernadette'. I'm amazed it's never been done in drag.

On the early afternoon dog walk - Little Mouse did something unthinkable, just along the road she snatched and ate a lump of dog shit - I was horrified. I had to clean her face and brush her teeth - she really didn't like that.

I bought The Times today for the first time in years because it had an 8 page guide to the British Coast. I now know the difference between a Chough and a Crow. Sadly, it also had a guide to mid life crisis, which burst my bubble somewhat..

Having a hangover ( very rare for me these days ) has made me remarkably chipper - I feel slightly elevated and a bit insulated from the world. Quite a nice feeling.