Easter: four days off, let's do that more often. Loved it, apart from the heartbreaking moment on Saturday that P and I realised we'd left our egg run too late at the supermarket: chocolate eggs SOLD OUT. I'm sure we'll get over it but it was a stab to the heart, that's for sure.
Day in the Life: doing this thing again. Hope to post tomorrow. If you're bored by this short missive, just wait until I hit you with the minutiae of another day in the terribly exciting life and times of A!
About Time: Richard Curtis you emotional manipulator you. The film opened with my wedding aisle song (The Luckiest, Ben Folds, if you're interested). Nearly cried from the get go. Took half an hour of scrubbing pots in the kitchen after the final credits for me to turn off the emotional gushiness that ensued.
Revisiting YA fiction over the break: I did this and I am ashamed of myself. Hours down the drain. HOURS.
Sunday Painters: meh. This is probably because I'm spoilt - P cooks excellent French bistro food. This is also probably because P's taught me to be an unbearable wine snob - no decanters in the restaurant at all, when there's all that lovely aged Burgundy? Ack, I'm awful.
Silence: was golden in the 09 over the break. Empty streets, quiet neighbourhoods, no queues anywhere. With the notable exception of Harvey Norman in Wairau Park to which we stupidly ventured in pursuit of a new vacuum cleaner on sale (yes, that is exactly how exciting my life is now but YOU SHOULD SEE MY RUG Dyson 4 lyf) which had crowds so cray there was a bouncy castle to keep hordes of kids entertained while their parents perused whiteware and gave me claustrophobia on an unprecedented scale.
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