Bargain Purchase Number 1

Lordy-o it seems like a long time since I was last blogging. Apologies, been busy (and lazy - a not altogether unusual thing for me). Frankly, there is a lot to be reported. But I've forgotten most of it.

I did, it seems, forget to tell you that I am going on holiday - woowoo! Ain't nowhere posh though - am just popping up to York for three days - unfortunately, not in time to see my loverly friend Veg, who has rather rudely moved. Still, am v. excited and, it would seem, in my excitement at the prospect of a holiday, I have become loose with my cash.

Yesterday I had an almighty spending spree and have found myself 3 dresses and 3 litres of rose better off. I didn't mean for either to happen, let's get that clear.

Was in Sainsbugs buying something work-related (in the alcohol aisle - no seriously - it was work related) when I found a strange thing happening to my eyes. They were being drawn, by an irresistable force, to a sign saying "£3 off". The sign was the proud display sign for some fruitily delicious rose in a box. Yup - three litres - equivalent to four bottles - how is a girl to resist - and what with the weather perking itself up that little bit - it seemed only sensible, I'm sure you'll agree.

So sweated back to work, box of rose and four bottles of bubbly in hand (seriously - they really were for work), trying to maintain distance between arms and body in order to limit sweat patches (it is a bit hot now - there's no need for all your "ew"ing - six and three quarter litres of alcohol is heavy stuff).

Of course, I didn't take a second to think about how I was going to get the box of rose home on my bike...

Luckily, however, I had taken my PE kit to work, as Polly Pocket and I had planned to do Latinasize straight after work. Possibly you so far fail to see how this makes me lucky? Well, having bought said box of wine, exercise of course went completely out of the window in favour of getting home and being a lush. PE kit was brought to work in backpack. So - what do you think any self respecting lush is going to do? She's going to weigh up the merits of carrying home her box of wine versus the merits of carrying home her PE kit. The PE kit stayed at work. The wine came home and the box was cracked open on arrival.

Another good evening had by all (i.e. me. Alone).

I'm afraid the tales of my other bargains (as mentioned above) will have to wait - as I have an appointment with a trashy tv show. I apologise for my lack of dedication.