So the weekend didn't go quite according to plan...

Missed the night market, much to my distress. We had a somewhat impromptu dinner to go to first with Boyfriend's workmates. Ended up eating ourselves silly at Thai World's end-of-the-month buffet, which sounds as tacky as plastic high-heeled sandals but was actually delish. Looked up from our groaning plates to realise we had but an hour to get back to town and explore before the market closed. Opted instead to roll home on our distended stomachs. Strike one.

We did make it to the Neighbourgoods market on Saturday, but didn't stay long. Boyfriend has an aversion to crowd's and I have an aversion to my body butter melting off in the the heat, so we hightailed it to the next thing on our list, which was shopping for a new pair of shades for Boyfriend, who had lost his. Again, the world turned upside down, and instead of Boyfriend no longer having to squint into the sunlight, I ended up walking out with my first pair of (albeit it largely discounted) designer sunnies. With a shiny D&G case to match. Strike two.

On to the somewhat disappointing tattoo convention we'd been so excited about. Someone needs to take that show in hand and get some organisation going. You cannot do an entire calf piece while someone is lying across two convention centre chairs. No wonder the international needlists have stopped coming. Strike three.

Not out yet. We did manage to be slightly productive by getting Biscuit a much-needed wash (screw you, you incontinent birds) and buying massive blow-up animals for Up The Creek. I have a killer whale. Boyfriend has an alligator. We shall be the terror of the river.

Gave in to the universe rearranging our lives and went tra-la-la off to braai at a lovely rental house in Camps Bay, where I lazed by the pool, sunburnt my nose and tucked into second helpings of ribs and sausage. All very chic.

Sunday we put the world to rights, woke up early, got Boyfriend his sunnies and spent the rest of the afternoon altenately sleeping, eating and watching series.

And that, good friends, is everything a good weekend should be.