..Mark has gone to Cologne on a stag weekend. Twenty three, thirty three year old men convinced they are eighteen years old. To normal people this may not seem like something to worry about, but friends I am ashamed to admit that Mark isn’t normal. He is incapable of consuming alcohol in a normal fashion and living to tell the tale. So he isn’t allowed to do it very often, because he  will return home without eyebrows, or  go for a wander and spend the rest of his days wandering round Germany hopelessly lost. It’s a worry on my mind…

But it does mean that I get the bed to myself tonight (bliss!) and I can go to Blockbusters and hire a girly DVD and eat something scrumptious all to myself.

So I guess every  cloud has a silver lining.