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I've been largely grumpy lately. Apart from the getting into grad school thing. But today I will make a happy post. *g*

I was up at the crack of dawn (stupid BST, it would have been post dawn if it had been Saturday) to go to London to see tigertrapped. We met for breakfast, I had french toast, which I've never had in an English resturant before (it was delicious), we gossiped, chatted, and generally had a lovely time, then walked to Leicester Square, bought tickets to Hot Fuzz, walked out towards Covent Garden then back to Leicester Square, where we had coffee/frappucino and more conversation before heading to the cinema to eat popcorn and laugh like drains. At one point I cackled in a most undignified fashion. Fortunately there was only one other person in the cinema and Tiger seemed as amused as I was.

I actually (shock/horror) think I liked Hot Fuzz even more than I liked Shawn of the Dead. Probably because I've seen hundreds of cop flicks and only about 10 zombie movies. And I'm not big on British Sit-coms, and my friend who is assures me that Shawn has a lot to do with that.

We had a great time, and I was sad to say goodbye.

Good continued however. I texted B from the train and he agreed to pick me up at the train station so I didn't need to get a taxi, we got home and I discovered that he'd spent a goodly portion of the day cleaning and throwing stuff away and tidying things, in preperation for selling the house. *shocked* Not only that, but in my exhausted state I decided to take a bath and he brought me a cup of tea in the bath, AND *even more shocked* cooked supper! B does not cook. I swear he's going to lose two stone when he's not living with me any more. But one of the things he can make is home made macaroni cheese. and he did. So I got tea and supper. He invited Christopher around but he's lovely enough to put up with me in my dressing gown. Which is just as well because the thought of climbing two flights of stairs just to get dressed doesn't appeal at all.

So all in all a good day. Though I feel dreadfully guilty that I got home easily and tigertrapped has had train fuckwittage extrordinaire from the sound of it.