Saturday plans

I have the place to myself as T* has been kidnapped by four Australians in a grafitti-covered van, bound for the MotoGP in France.

Initially, I had planned to go to Oxford Street this morning to sort out two lots of passport photographs -- my Australian passport expires on May 20 and my British one follows suit next month -- but my eyes are still a little bloodshot from the conjunctivitis and I didn't fancy donning my spectacles** for the pictures. So I am at home, tossing up whether to brave my local Homebase to buy some plants for the front door (all current specimens, bar my lavender bush, are dead or close to dying) and collect a tile catalogue (for ensuing bathroom renovation) while I am at it. Or should I just laze around, catch up on some reading and watch my new boxed set of House (series 3)?

Decisions, decisions...

* I have never seen a four-star-and-above hotel man so excited by the prospect of camping in a field. I think it was the excuse to buy gadgets. He certainly amassed an impressive collection of wind-up battery-operated lights. Perhaps he's planning on doing a spot of interrogation while he's over there? (He's gonna kill me for writing this.)

** I wore my specs to work on Tuesday instead of my contact lenses. Most of my colleagues have never seen me wearing glasses before. The responses ranged from "hey, cool specs" to "wow, you look like a sexy office dominatrix with those". I have made a mental note to wear my specs in public more often.