So Mr Short the First and I are (literally) taking a rain-check due to the crappy weather. This is a very good idea on his part as I went out food shopping this morning and came back with the classic fluffy hair due to drizzle thing that I really hate. Rain and dating definitely don't mix. Hopefully it'll be a lot dryer on Tuesday, plus it's always more fun going out for dinner during the week as it feels like a lot more of a treat. I can now curl up indoors for the rest of today and feel smug that I'm not out in the cold and damp.
Yesterday was such a good day, from the bacon and croissants at the beginning to the strawberry souffle at the end. I don't know about anyone else, but I had a thoroughly jolly time looking at the llama porn and going on the crappy rides, and it was so lovely to see mum and dad and eat yummy food in the house that still feels so much like home. I love having two homes to go to - one that's just my little space to be completely me in, and one where I get fed and watered and loved every time I go back. I'm really glad we've booked so many concerts together this year as I miss mum and dad, and now that seeing them is more of a rarity it becomes a real treat.
Right, I'm off for a classic Sunday of Cosmo, Sunday Grandstand, girly films (possibly), Dusty Springfield and How I Met Your Mother which is a quite fabulous programme that might well be the new Friends if more people start watching it. I might even get my duvet out and do the whole thing in style. Sometimes a cosy day in is just what the doctor ordered.