It's funny how good things come out of bad situations, don't you think? Take this for a perfect example. On Saturday me and Yorkie were supposed to be going on a nice romantic day out. It didn't happen, he got a call off one of our mates - Simon - to go and halp arrange a stag night for another one of our friends who's getting married in August. I was miffed when I heared him say"Oh, sure, we have nothing planned" but in fall airness, I didn't know why he was going out at the time. Fran, Simon's wife, asked to speak to me, and talked me into having a night in with her and a bottle of wine while the lads are out. I agreed, but reluctantly. Fran is lovely, but she has a way of making me fell really bad about myself, when she's actually trying to make me feel good about myself. I think her aim is off..... Saturday night, and the house looks like a bomb has hit it. I ask Yorkie to help me tidy up before he gets ready to go out - which caused a fight, b