Monday

After the excesses of Saturday and Sunday, this bank holiday Monday is destined to be a quiet one - and accordingly K and I have plans to stay in and make our way through the beginning of Mad Men series 3 while she stitches together a felt doll version of herself for the 'StitchLondon' competition at the Science Museum.

We do leave the house, once - to walk to Wood Green so K can buy materials, and we wander through the various clothes shops and gathered nutters as one is wont to do in N22's Shopping City district.

We have some lunch and laze around watching TV for most of the afternoon. Ghostbusters 2 is on so we half-watch that, and when the eighties movie bug has got us we put the Spaceballs DVD K picked up for £3 on and I very nearly nod off. It's not nearly as funny as I remember it - but you probably have to be a certain age of New York Jewish comedy fan to get all the little jokes. John Candy is still great though.

After waking myself up by making a very spicy Tikka Masala, we get into Mad Men and race through four episodes. The third series shows no signs of flagging and the show is still as consistently mesmerising as ever. The only thing that annoys me slightly is the introduction of two typical Englishmen-in-a-US-drama characters, who are terribly well-spoken and sit drinking cups of tea while the American ad men drink whisky, bemoaning the lack of a "decent pub" in Manhattan. Hopefully they don't dip into parody - especially in a show where the characters are usually so well-drawn and believable.