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A cat. I’m not sure where this image came from but I know it was a good blog, a very good blog but I read so many good blogs that I forget.

Last night I dreamt I was drinking a massive Starbucks Caramel Macchiato, walking around houses with huge garages which hid huge lorries full of something but I don’t know what, then I was on a train near the coast and all the time it was raining and then I was in bed and Andy was eating cold noodles. And I dreamt The Vamoose opened her new shop and it was all too beautiful.

Morning! Now, off to make potato bread, dropped scones and other things with flour and whatever is in the fridge. We are poor until next week so the frugal life is upon us – we are holding its hand and smiling but underneath it all wishing we could buy a Chinese takeaway.

Some Viktor & Rolf Resort 2011 to help make it through the weekend:

Yo, did you know you can win the amazing The Vamoose necklace on a giveaway from Westervin? Well, you do now. Hmmm, I think I talk about The Vamoose too much, but this is the first time I’ve mentioned Westervin, but I’m pretty sure it won’t be the last.

Enter here

Seriously, goddamn The Vamoose and all who sail in her. Should I get this? I just don’t know. I don’t want to get it in case she unearths even more amazing pieces, and then I will have put myself beyond redemption (into more debt) and will have to sit in a corner, swaying and being force fed diatribes on good money sense. ROAR.

But how much would it rule with the striped Steven Alan for Uniqlo dress that will be unpacked for summer days? The answer: a lot.