"That's the sound a shark makes when it's thwarted."

So, I was going to talk about last night’s happenings but nothing actually did happen last night. Got home, absolutely shattered. Pottered on the internet for about three seconds. Had a nap. Katie cooked the pizza. I ate it. Watched Moving Wallpaper (which I really liked) and Echo Beach (which I got bored of in about three nanoseconds and don’t think I’ll watch again), and then some random sitcom with Stephen Mangan, which was a bit blah (except, rather inappropriately, for the guy in the AA group who kept going, “I was abused as a child! In a foster home!” which was funny even though shouldn’t have been). Don’t think I’ll bother with that again. Tonight, obviously, will be OTH. Will attempt to stop Katie exploding from sheer excitement.

Also, on a positive note, we are getting groceries tonight, so we will have real, live food. It’s like a miracle, like Baby Jee has come down from heaven and blessed our household. Well, either Baby Jee or the Sainsbury’s delivery man. So difficult to distinguish between the two, I find.

Today, I have pulled notes and x-rays/MRIs for a clinic next week. Feel very productive, nay virtuous.

Tomorrow, I do not know what I will do. For some reason there was an idea in my head to go into Richmond, but I’m not sure why. Is there anything exciting happening this weekend, I ask myself? (OK, that’s a lie. I’m not asking myself, firstly because I already don’t know, and secondly because I never know stuff like that in the first place. This is quite evidently me, in fact, asking Katie if there’s anything on that I’ve forgotten about. *sigh* I am so see-through. I am, in fact, Miss Cellophane, but in a different context from Mr Hart.)

Am still reading Diary of a Provincial Lady, but last night started Conundrums for the Long Weekend, which is, as predicted, shaping up to be vee interesting. Yay for books, frankly.

Oh, Nathan, you stoner Jesus, you...

Well, my unofficial resolution (re going to bed early and having a sensible sleeping pattern etc etc) is already buggered. Meant to have reasonably early bed tonight. Watched stuff on ITV (is it just me, or is weird that there's so much watchable stuff on ITV at the moment? What's that about?). Then, obviously, we had to watch OTH (which was utterly glorious). And then Katie had to go and tell me that Dracula 2000 was on at half-twelve. Dracula 2000, for those of you who have not had the pleasure, is the most bizarrely compelling film in the world. And I want to watch it. So I decided to fill in the intervening hour by making rhubarb and apple compote and listening to ukelele-heavy music from the 20s. Life in the Love Nest. You know you all want it...

XOXO, Suburban Squeen








[I LOL lots here on my little sofa having just typed that last... ah, am so entertained.]