All work and too much wine...

Despite being shattered after Belfast trip, I had to go and work on Saturday to do a front cover for a publication. I got home about 3pm and was greeted by the petit garcon sporting my jewellery. He hadn't been in my costume jewellery box but my fine jewellery one.

He's got good taste and had selected a Wendy Brandes Little Woolf necklace. I bought this to wear whilst I did my dissertation for my masters. I loved that is inspired by Virginia Woolf and it was a very good talisman as it turns out as in a months time I graduate with a distinction.

I suspect that prior to yesterday no one, not even Patricia Field had thought of a teaming a Spiderman t-shirt with a nice necklace.

After this little gem it went downhill. Rather I went downhill. Mr MDS had invited a posse around to watch the football and had done a sterling job of a barbecue feast. I had to cook some extra items and set about laying tables, presenting things in nice dishes and generally embarked upon hostessing.
This meant I spent the whole time amusing kids, clearing and cleaning dishes. Replenishing beer and before I knew it I'd scoffed more wine than I'd normally do. Be aware this is not a problem until one thinks that turning on your laptop at 11pm is a good idea and oh, going on twitter is an even better idea. I somehow thought I could resolve troops in Afganistan and the BP crisis in one go with my well researched opinions. Research conducted via the Metro and radio news does not make for well informed person. And drink is certainly is no friend to intellect! I've banned myself from wine and twitter.