Nancy Drew and the case of the missing camera....

Okay not so much Nancy Drew as well, yours, truly. Ever since I moved house in August my compact camera has been MIA - don't know where it is - I know I packed it in a box - along with everything else that was just sitting happily on the coffee table, but which box I don't know - truth is I've been through pretty much all the boxes and I can't find it.

Oh my I've just had a dreadful thought - what if it's gone on holiday with out me????

I'm here in Wales slaving away at my 9-5 desperately saving pennies to buy said compact camera a new battery and it's off jetting around the world with out me!

You would think in the 3 months it's been away it would at least have the decency to at least send me a postcard - but oh no Nothing! Nada! Zip!

What if it falls in love with a new camera case while it's on holiday and never comes home?? It's old case will be heartbroken - truth is the old case has been looking the worse for wear since it jumped in the mud at the Celtic Blue Rock festival 3 years ago, but it's been so loyal. And now it's pining away.

So all I can say is if you are out there reading this, my little Canon Ixus - please come home, we miss you so much, or just call and let us know that you are well.

Oh and if you're anywhere really nice - bring me back a fridge magnet!

Lazy Sunday afternoon...

...after a crazy evening yesterday - and by that I don't mean out on the lash - oh no. I'm sitting at my computer last night around 8.30, minding my own business playing games on Facebook, when I get a call from one of my best friends, who has recently split up with their partner.

'I need a massive favour - I'm 7 miles outside of Newpot on the Monmouth road and I've run out of petrol - can you bring me some' Now some of you who know me are aware that when I'm home doing my thing it takes something like a nuclear war to get me to leave the warmth of my living room - especially on bonfire night.

But I couldn't just leave them stranded - so of I went to the garage to get some petrol and then on to the Monmouth road - anyone who knows that stretch of road a will know that once you're on it - it's a good 10 miles or more before the first turn off.

Anyway I reach the section where my friend is - although it's dark, he's got his hazards on - so knowing I can't turn round at that point I toot my horn so he knows I'm nearly there - and carry on for a bit longer.

Anyway we put the petrol in the car - and - nothing car won't start.

He's managed to run the battery flat as well.

Thank God for Jump leads and the fact that I have a set in my boot.

Problem - I've never used them - and nor has he..

So not wanting to make a terrible mistake and put them on the wrong points I do what every girl does in her time of need....

...... I called my Dad.

Anyway a few minutes later and we've got the leads attached - my engine is running - and hooray - we get the other car started.

Phew anyway this whole episode took about 2 hours and it was gone 11 before I got home for a well deserved glass of wine...

And as for the lazy Sunday afternoon - well I was lying as I have been re-arranging my living room - and tidying it up.

Oh and back to work tomorrow.

Did we just have a weekend - because I think I missed it!!!