Girlpants has abandoned me for a week. And all in the name of jollies.

I have become a bit possessive of spending time with Girlpants of late, howver I don't begrudge him the couple of days wine tasting in several vineyards scattered either side down the Rhine Valley with views to die for in the land of Deutsch this weekend. Not that I'm green with envy. Because I know last night he was in a basic foam bed on a University campus in the middle of nowhere. And whilst he may enjoy the wine tasting, it will be surrounded by talk of work and the German efficient long working day.

But how does a girl keep herself busy when she's barred from shopping and DIY in the home on the long lonely weekends without the solace of gin? Well folks, the addiction rears it's ugly head again. That's right - reality TV is here for the summer, although with any luck, I can avoid the trap that is BB9. However, there is the joy known as "Got Talent". And I do believe, ignoring the irritating Cheeky Monkeys who denied the well deserved and south-west homegrown Flava out from their top spot, I do believe that 2008 is the year of dance.

But whilst Britain's Got Talent is now over and the final top three were the same as my own, I now have a vaccum in my life and no Girlpants to pick on the next week. So what is a girl to do besides look across the water..?

Well - maybe it's not all dance. And I am such a mug for reality tv :)