Am drunk. I was fine until I came home, then I knelt over whilst cooking and smashed a glass. And he warned me! (and then cleaned up around me).

Girlpants is not impressed. And it's his conference...

I think I may have lost Girlpants respect for a while, within this evening timescale. Am not impressed with myself at all - I can only think that one redeeming point is that I have at least moved on behaving for myself bar knocking my knee... And it hurts. My own fault because I was a good girl before this. Or at least, that's what I promised myself. I didn't even insult the Lord Mayor once. I even scrubbed up. I wore heels and apparently looked different - half the size I used to be according to one peep, which I wasn't too sure to take as a compliment or insult as either 2 years ago, I was huge or now, my heels balance out my arse. I wasn't going to argue there, but laughed off whilst suddenly realising how much my toes hurt.

But I knew it would take less than 30 mins to cock up. And once, in the sanctuary of home, I did.

Ouch.... (My knee hurts!)

Urrrgh - why why why do I do this? Am such a muppet.