Last night was our first official Meal of Leftovers.
I'm not sure what was worse, the wash-up afterwards or the faint smug feeling I got this morning to see all that empty space in the fridge.
I'm becoming so domesticated! Aaaaargh!
On a happier note, saw Chicago on the weekend. Eep! It was fantastic. Brilliant. Flashy, sparkly, slick, raucous, clever and vivacious. It certainly reinvigorated my love for the 1920s. I once had the exact haircut that Ms Zeta Jones sports in that movie. Just wonderful. So well put together, delivered with so much enthusiasm and vigour. I think I need the soundtrack. I think I need many jazz CDs. I think I need to learn all the words to "All The Jazz" so I can sing it badly in the shower.
Loved it. Lots.
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