Regular readers will know that I am a woman of great discipline and live by a series of demanding and personally stretching principles. Blue and green should ne'er be seen. She who smelt it, dealt it, that kind of thing. Anyway, I broke my cardinal one last night:

Do not go on the internet when drunk and if you do, do not buy stuff.

In short, I did go on the internet when drunk, and I did buy stuff. Nearly a whole lot of stuff (but luckily in my tired and emotional state I couldn't remember my QVC account number so that little spree there was brought to an abrupt halt) but in the end just a little stuff.


Despite my post-Ally Pally vow not to buy anything else until September* I went to Sir Stampalot and I bought this guy.



Oh now, just look at him! How could I walk away and leave him? He's called Funny Bunny for goodness sake!


At one stage most of his little friends were in my basket too, but there were a very lot of them and although I was drunk, I was not that drunk. So I will leave them for the next time. I really like this reindeer one though, so maybe I'll go back and get that this week, just to steal a march on that sneaky bastard, Christmas.

*excluding glue and card and essentials. And anything I really like, obviously.