Just fink abaht der munny

Oh Boy, I got my designated sleep quotient as demanded. Jof said she had to leave for work but managed to continue washing net curtains etc right up until she was late and had to take the car.

We bussed into town and visited the big Salvation Army charity shop that does furniture, looking for a booze cupboard. To be fair, we did find a couple of items that matched the parameters of our search, cupboard beneath, work surface for BensDad to do advanced drinks-mixing, coupla shelves above for beer festival glass storage and of the right size to fit in the kitchen. But they were ..... extremely seventies. While they were no doubt awesome in their time, our house is from 1911 so would probably not appreciate such a modern inconvenience. We moved on, and ran out of time due to diesel requirements.

Grandma and Grandad are now about 40 minutes away, much better than their previous 2 hours into the forgotten hinterland of Daaarzet. We tailgated somebody through the security gates with disdain and parked under the same shade tree we have always used.

They have done well. Many of their touristical tiles and plates have been nailed up in the corridor, reminding them that they had a real intercontinental life before they became incontinent. They have only a couple of cardboard boxes left to unpack, the contents of which will be added to the drifts of assortimentos lining the walls of the apartment so that Grandma can wheel herself around her sadly diminished estate without crashing into Tutsi ebony-carved heads and Ghanaian weaponry. We took a .410 shotgun cartidge off their hands, it will go in our shell collection, hoho.

We raced back to modern civilisation and acquired Jof, straight to the big British Heart Foundation charity shop outlet on Gladys roundabout. We went in searching for a booze cupboard. Oh, goodness me, said Jof. This wardrobe and chest of drawers match and look lovely. Plus this corner unit is groovy. I hid under tables while they did their strange adult renegotiation. We came out with these 3 items plus a massive Welsh dresser unit that will brighten up the kitchen, and I came out admonished for disobeying direct orders to STFU and come here, NOW!

This has saved us some considerable sums on the amounts we expected to spend in Renowned Local Furniture Emporium "Victoriana" so having spent only a monkey (£500) she can go to Victoriana and lash out totally, dude, on a feminin-ically complex dressing table in 7 dimensions and hopefully that will sate her evil shopping desires.

Got home. He went into the loft so we snuck out shopping and bought every curtain-related item she could find, which was a lot.

Bath fizzer night: left to my own devices - Zombie Night! Out by eleven-ish. Probably.