Reporting in after a very busy weekend.
I'm afraid I did 
at the red sports car. Not least because only 2 days ago, I was standing in front of a rather nice looking red Merc 2-seater and saying to ds, "See, that's my kind of car." Ds (and yes, I do mean ds) said, "Well, it's not very practical, is it?". Spoilsport.
We have only a joint account. And I am the credit controller. And there is no credit. However, dh has already had his midlife crisis and I was it. And I cost him a bloody sight more than a sports car.
Ah, MI, I have not been on FB today, so have seen no photos, but you are very lovely and I only wish I looked like you instead of like someone's nan. Note: I do not even manage to look like someone's granny. Only a nan. We don't have nans in my my family. If you get my drift.
You may not get my drift as I have had cider. I have spent all of today at the county agricultural show and, you know, needs must. Dd ended up working there all w/e for her erstwhile employers, serving gourmet burgers etc. They had an excellent pitch, right next to the beer tent, so she claims she has heard the same 8 songs on a loop all weekend - starting with "I've got a brand new combine harvester", moving on to "I am a zoider drinker", through to "Blackbird, I'll 'ave 'ee", etc, etc. I have been looking after said employer's dcs (friends of my ds - so also had one for sleepover last night) and have been round the damn show what feels like 350 times. I had to go on the dodgems with an exuberant 8 year old driving. I have possible whiplash and a massive bruise on one side of my face. 
However, on the plus side, dd is the nicest she has been all year and for this evening has apparently forgotten than she is not talking to dh. And she has now got regular Sunday morning employment again, if she wants it (at the posh butchers).
ps: it has been blardy roasting all day here and I forgot to put suncream on the back of ds's neck until lunchtime. He is a tad pink.
pps: Ooo-aaarrrrr.