Belatedly checking in to say thanks ladies for a lovely evening (and extra thanks to Crem for organising). As usual, there were one or two of you I somehow failed to chat to - Strops, it was your turn to "escape" this time. 
And Molly - not sure we got past hello....
My journey home was slightly more eventful than it should have been; I was engrossed in my magazine and looked up just as we were pulling out of Clapham Junction...doh....had to dive out at the next station, kill twenty minutes, then back to CJ, missed the connection....ended up with DH having to drive a few miles to come and get me. No drunks or eaters of porn magazines, though. That kind of behaviour stays in Cambridgeshire.
Not a lot has been achieved today, apart from a trolley dash in Hobbycraft, as DD1 is refurbing her bedroom decor. Cath Kidston-esque florals and bunting is where it's at, apparently.
BTM - well done to DS, and I'm glad to hear that he is realistic about what being scouted entails. My DS had his "moment" when he was about eight, and took it really badly when (inevitably) he was told "thanks but no thanks" a few weeks later. He was just a bit too young to understand, whereas now he'd get quite a lot out of it.