@ the Parisian boyz in high heels.
BTM, I am currently mellow, thanks for asking. I have had a pint of real ale followed by a glass of Beaujolais. Not a standard combo, but it seems to have gone down nicely. I am rejoicing in finally getting a response out of one of the local FE colleges and it is v positive. Yay! They were not ignoring me; they were just busy. Foot not yet in the door, but there's a good chance it may at least be on the way there.
Dd had no exams today, but went into school anyway 
as it was the last official day and there was much signing of shirts etc. Her form teacher cried (presumably from the relief of getting rid of them after 3 years) and gave them all cards and chocs, bless her. No one threw any eggs or flour (standard behaviour at end of Y11 round here) but the fire alarm did get set off several times and sundry other "pranks" took place. Dd has gone off to Pizza Express tonight with friends, although that was hanging in the balance earlier when she realised that the drawing all over her face (!) had been done in permanent marker. She scrubbed it raw (why did she not ask me for advice on marker removal??) and then said she couldn't go out. Did a quick cover-up job and she was good to go. I cannot tell you how pleased I am to see her go out with friends to celebrate something. Only 6 months ago, she would have "celebrated" by lying on the sofa watching crap tv and picking on ds. Is it too early to make statements about dealing with GCSE stress being the making of her? Probably... One week down, 3 to go.
Gardening - I luffs colourful weeds and so rarely remove them. I pretend they are there on purpose and in fact sometimes they are. I sometimes mow them and sometimes allow dh to remove them with a flamethrower, depending on my mood. I am a beetle-hugger, so like to leave everything all natural-like so the bugs will flourish. (Trouble is, the bastard chickens are now eating all the beetles) I do not care in the slightest about greenery flourishing amongst my paving stones. Dh is disturbed by the anarchy, but tough cheese. I also do not care about random things growing in the lawn, whereas dh is offended by anything that is not grass. As the main garden worker (dh often forgets we have 130 foot of it at the back of our house), I get the casting vote in all matters.
Will tell about my "wedding dress" from my 2nd wedding when I have thought about a way to describe it. When I bought some pink shoes to go with it, I joked to the shop assistant that I wasn't very good in heels, but these shoes looked like a safe bet and she nodded sagely and said "Arr, them's good drinking shoes". Not quite what I was looking for at the time, but they've come in handy since. (I live in the southwest, for those that don't know).