Call me cheap (and you wouldn't be wrong, because renovating this bloody house has left our savings crouching, shivering and naked in a corner) but when I popped into Wellington Library at lunchtime today, I noticed they had free magazine rentals for a week (that we're even charged at all, when our rates are so high they are almost radioactive, is a fact obviously lost on the Council).
Anyway, bearing in mind that I walk to and from work, I grabbed as many as I could carry. Tonight will be all about being tucked up in bed, British magazines and the X Factor. Oh, and this wee guy for company. Bliss.