All my pegs are yellow. That little mag you sometimes get through the door was doing a twofers on bags of 40, it seemed too good to miss - at the time.
And I always try to go out sans mascara, it's much less hassle in these parts.
Through gritted teeth, or rather fingers as it was on Facebook, I've just wished my gorgeous 15 year old Goddaughter a brilliant time seeing One Direction tonight...when what I really wanted to say was "Run Charlotte, run as fast as you can to HMV and buy some proper music".