Wanking with gusto

In my continuing efforts to be a total wanker, I nipped home for the weekend for luncheon with Hazel. And some other stuff, like dad's birthday and a side trip to Whangamata for a bloody mary but that's less interesting than being fed by one's editor, no?

Hazel, who knows such stuff, took me to Prego, where you can't book! Total wanker land. You just have to turn up bang on 12 and storm the castle. Which we did, after being witnesses to an old man hitting the accelerator in his car for no good reason and then crashing into a pole and narrowly missing a woman walking by. Auckland - something for everyone.

Knickers, knickers, knickers

Instead of moving we decided it would be much more fun to just swap rooms! Like wife swapping but without the reality tv show.

However, in the aftermath I have been startled and not a little horrifed to discover skullduggery! The knicker pixies have been hard at work and I am missing two, TWO pairs. I have, of course, rummaged through Nic and Kajal's panty drawers to see if they had hidden my precious, precious rompers in there but to no avail.

Am now concerned that Harriet and Arron took them as mementos when they moved out. Must get Nic and Kajal to check they have all their undergarments and are not lacking special items.

Seriously, they were good knickers. Comfy, pretty and I like to think I cut quite the fine figure in them when prancing round the apartment when no one else is home.

It is most distressing.