I'm sitting down to enjoy my holiday...

Never go into a supermarket when you have already drunk a few glasses of wine...the lights are too bright and it's really hard to look serious and grown-up when you are none too sober and standing behind soccer mums in the queue, whilst you are carrying nothing but another bottle of semillon sav blanc and a gluten-free honey cake, feeling strangely anarchic and quoting Withnail in your head...
I truly have entered the next phaze of life (faze?phaze? goddammit just what is the accepted american/english spelling of these things?) . Even the fact that I say 'gluten-free cake' is a serious point of concern.
Proved by the fact that i didn't even mean to get drunk in the first place and was just sitting at home happily watching Boston Legal when Maddy suggested wine and I went into some aussie homesick white wine tailspin... having an internal monologue with myself in the alcohol aisle whilst clutching my only £5, about how the wine in Oz is soooo much better blah blah blah...

I have to go to Wales tomorrow.

Hmm.....