And on the seventh day...
...Mr Darcy rose from the lake dripping wet and said unto me, "Shauny baby, let's shaaaaaag."
Our soon-to-be-roomie Miss Emily said we "look like shite", thus were in need of "a little Darcy". So I'm going out for 6 hours of Pride and Prejudice tonight. Don't wait up. Mrowr.





I watched it last night, WITH the obligatory wine and choccies.
Then the flatmate came home.
Was he in for the welcome of a lifetime!
(He's moving out soon, so it doesn't count).