Not Stir Crazy Yet, Cheaters, Is that a pushchair you just dropped?

It hasn't been the most eventful few days although it's difficult for that to happen when most of your day happens whilst sitting on your arse in bed or on the sofa. I'm still at home and so far haven't managed to go stir crazy but my arse is killing me from being on it so much.

So what does one do with her time? You'd have thought that I'd blog loads or something, but instead of have been reading, playing The Sims 2 with all of the expansions, doing Kakuro which I have an unhealthy obsession with, writing and hanging with my friend the TV. I've watched a lot of movies but I admit that I have been drawn into the trashtastic world of 'Cheaters'.

I felt ashamed at first but have since discovered that lots of other people watch Cheaters too so now I'm out of the Cheaters closet. From the moment a woman found her husband in a bedroom dressed in a gimp mask and PVC skimpy shorts being whipped by a dominatrix, I was completely fascinated. From people thinking that they need a TV programme to catch their man cheating to the guys always turning the tables and saying that it's the woman who's crazy for getting a TV show involved instead of just asking him, these people are on more crack than my own family. I'm actually watching Cheaters at the moment and the guy has just said 'She should've known it was over. I gave her hint after hint, after hint...' Why can't men finish relationships? Why do they try to hint their way out of it by behaving like complete assclowns in the hope that she'll do his dirty work for him?

Joel Greco has to be one of the annoying hosts I have ever come across though. I mean seriously, you've just presented someone with footage of your partner shagging someone else and you ask 'So how does this make you feel?'

Thinking that I was going back to work today, I tested the waters and left the house for an hour and a half with the boyf on Saturday and we ventured into Mothercare for the first time to look at pushchairs. The store seemed enormous and the volume of pushchairs was overwhelming at first. The boyf and I are just as clueless as each other and if it wasn't for the fact that the big boss had given me some advice on pushchairs recently, it could have been an even funnier experience than it was. We were trying out the Quinny Buzz travel system which is a pushchair, come pram, come thingy that let's the car seat attach to it and decided to have a go at figuring it out. The boyf took off the pushchair seat and attempted to attach the carry-cot for the pram. It didn't seem very steady once we thought we had figured out how and when the shop assistant and a customer passed by, it toppled to the floor and rolled a bit. The boyf and I were pissing ourselves laughing and the customer said 'Ooh, you wouldn't want a baby in there!' No sh*t Sherlock, we thought.

Eventually we figured it out and had a wander around the store. Having a baby requires a lot of things. Breast pumps, mini-baths, nappies, soothers (pacifiers), tiny clothes and so much more. On the way home, we argued about the difference between a crib and a moses basket. I actually thought they were one and the same thing, the boyf heard the word 'crib' about five minutes before and pretended he knew what it was. After insisting that I was right about them being the same, I opened the Mothercare catalogue and had to eat my words. We have yet to decide which one we will go with...

After spending 90 minutes out of the house, I had to sleep for two hours to recover....