Guilty pleasure

After coming home and being virtuous - i.e. cleaning the kitchen and sitting down to an hours work, my friend then turned up with "news". Happy news too. Had a jolly good chinwag, took the mickey out of a number of different sub groups of society, put the world to rights regarding welfare state chav vultures and drank a lot of tea. Have just realised of course that I didn't offer her a cake. Now feel guilty. Ooops.

At 9.20 when she went home to crash out (she needs the rest now!), I realised I had not had tea, so Corin became "The Hunter Gatherer" and went to the chippy.

Steaming hot chips, lashings of salt and vinegar, and a can of fizzy vimto.

What more could a girl want?

PS - I became a mum today. I adopted one of my colleague's monkeys - it has become my surrogate child. One of my other colleagues has also recently become a father to a couple of monkeys from the same person. Mine is a baby monkey, my colleague seems to have acquired Octuplets.