There goes the one-month plan

This month was supposed to be frugal, to ensure that my forthcoming trip to Amsterdam with The Boy is sufficiently funded. It hasn't got off to a great start, but my argument for this is as an investment. Ahem...

So on Tuesday, I was off talking science (no, really) with someone I hadn't seen in ages. It's very difficult to teach science - in a pub - to a layperson and try not to sound like the dullest person in the world. Mind you, ScienceTalk only lasted about 30 minutes, by which time we had drunk enough to spend the next few hours until closing talking crap about boys, girls, relationships and general bollocks. Thoroughly entertaining; and I would be embarrassed, but if I was really bothered I'd have learnt to keep my gob shut by now.

Then, on Friday, I accidentally fell in to the pub with The Boy. For a swift half. Until kicking out time. And, again, we spoke bollocks (albeit without the science) and much fun was had by all. And we were inexplicably popular with the ladies (although they were very, very drunk). I got home (at midnight) to find myself in the doghouse; fortunately, I was drunk so I didn't really care. Not, perhaps, the best tactic, but... meh!

And now I've done nothing all weekend. Bliss.