Wine...

Do you know what it does to you?

I sent an SMS asking this very question to a number of friends* last night and not one of them got the answer right...

That answer being that Bad Day + Wine = Total Memory lapse.

You see, I got a phone call at about 8:10 last night...

"Hello Actonb, this is Brooke" said, well, Brooke, in a particularly stern school-marmish way. The meaning she conveyed in those 5 little words was potent...

Brooke is my hairdresser. And she knows me so very well. And yes, I was supposed to be getting my hair cut at 8pm, and instead I was poottling about on the internetz...

So I had to rouse MrB from his Den of Iniquity (or, like, his study) and get him to zip me up to Woonona. He was just the slightest bit completely unimpressed about this.

Whereas I thought it was all very amusing.

Until he told me I would be walking home. In the dark. And the rain.

pfft! I didn't care... especially seeing as I had a glass of champagne instead of my usual flat white, and had a most animated chat with Brooke about all manner of crap.

Then I discovered, to my shame and to the detriment of the entire planet, that it's only a 12 minute walk from my place to the salon. Although granted that 12 minutes did include a fantastic burst of speed whereby I pretended to be an Olympic Champion Walker, complete with Olympic Champion Bum Waggle and chicken dance arms.

What? Wouldn't you, if given the opportunity to indulge in a bit of spectacular Walking????

All in all I had a surprisingly good night's sleep last night.


*Friends who have names at the beginning of the alphabet which is all I could get to until I was distracted/ lost interest/ called to the basin... Maybe if I'd gone for the other end I would have got some correct answers...