Alone time is going well so far. The house is clean, my meals cooked. I got to bed at a good time last night after watching a cheesy movie* - a rare treat. Only. I. Did. Not. Sleep. Tossed and turned for four hours before hitting the Dimetapp. Left husband's temazapan in the cupboard - if taken halfway through the night it leaves me with boiled cabbage for brains the next day.
B: yoghurt, coffee
L: three mini saveloys, thai pumpkin soup
D: chili, sour cream, half an avo
* Sliding Doors. The fashion hasn't dated too much and her haircut is fantastic, still, but her eyebrows are MIA, drawn-in brown lines and it's really disconcerting. All-in-all it stands up surprisingly well. Some of the dialogue is a joy - I particularly enjoy Russell, the cheating boyfriend's best friend. I found myself identifying some oddities - since when are people allowed to stare into operating theatres and, later, if someone flatlines, don't staff run in? Anyway, enjoyable silly nonsense and in my tossing and turning waiting for sleep last night I thought I might also revisit Paltrow's other early-English-phase movies: Shakespeare in Love and Emma.