We the living

A place I won't be leaving today. I woke up with a horrible headache, a sore throat and a bunged up nose. Lovely. I'm thinking a Jane Austen movie marathon might be suitable for my condition today. And ice cream. For that I would have to leave the house though... hmmm...

I blame my apparent cold on the storm me and F had to struggle through last night, in order to get from her house to the Cat and Mutton on Broadway Market, where were were going to say hi to lovely C who was working. While F carried the cake (I baked the most amazing walnut cake yesterday. Recipy in swedish here), I took charge of the huge umbrella, which ended up forcefully pulling me, Mary Poppins style, in various directions, the grande finale being me, flat-faced on the ground, in the middle of the road. I was pretty soaked after that.

Got a message today by a friend who just had the best sex of her life. I'm really happy for her. Or rather, happy to hear that someone is getting something in these days of rain and credit crunches. I'm sure as hell isn't.

I have faith in the future though.

Now which movie should I start with? Mansfield Park or Sense and Sensibility? Johhny Lee Miller (aka Sick Boy) vs. Hugh Grant and Alan RIckman...