When I did my shopping on the way home from work last night, I remembered (unusually for me) to buy a bottle of nice booze to take to post-pizza. Therefore, of course, Murphy's Law dictated that this would be one of the rare evenings on which post-pizza either didn't happen or didn't tell me where it was happening. (On no evidence at all I'll take a flying guess that the beer festival might have been involved, but the proximate cause is unimportant really.)

On Saturday lnr left her mobile in my flat after my B5 showing, and said she'd come back for it at some point on Sunday. So I made a special effort to get dressed early in the day rather than slobbing about in my dressing gown until mid-afternoon as is my normal habit on Sundays, and therefore of course Murphy's Law dictated that she didn't make an appearance after all.

And on Thursday I was hoping to see somebody in the pub who I'd been trying to persuade to turn up there, and like a total idiot I put some stuff in my bag which would have been a terribly cunning thought had she shown up. You can guess where this is going, can't you?

In summary: within the past seven days, Murphy has defeated me three times with the same trick. He must think I'm a complete idiot. I'm not entirely sure I disagree.