We had a lovely day out in Carmarthen on Wednesday and my lover was amused by the 'spoils' of our day out. he came back with a Bob Dylan book (spotted by me), an art mag and hooks for the back of my boxroom door. I had a red basque, a pound coin holder, The Big Issue, A barbara Trapido novel and a book about ASBOs!

Carmarthen market has a stall with all sorts of interesting underwear. To my surprise I was quite taken with a PVC number - I wasn't sure if it was too sleazy - and it wasn't the sort of conversation I felt able to have in front of stall holder! She was lovely and very trusting. She allowed me to wander off to try basques in loo. I tried a 'normal' basque and a sort of bustier thing. And when I came back to pay, she said she'd forgotten about me!

On return to his car my lover discovered he had a flat tyre. We changed it between us. I was sat on ground in a floral sundress tightening the nuts when a woman walking her dog did a douuble take.

Yesterday my lover had wheel changed and the mechanic had problems undoing nuts. When commenting on how tight they were he asked my lover if he'd done them. he replied: 'No, my girlfriend did them'. The young man wasn't sure if it was a joke but when my other half insisted it was true he was advised not to cross me!