Yesterday was officially a pyjama day, as all Sundays should be. I did put my clothes on briefly, to go to the Co-Op and buy some food, but I wasted no time in getting re-changed upon returning.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm sure you're all wondering how Sarah and I spent our half-anniversary. We went to her "actual" home in Swanbridge on Friday night, where we watched some Old Grey Whistle Test archives before turning in for the night. Sarah had work on Saturday, and I went along with her - I did many a food run to Tesco, and no we're not obsessed with food. After closing the shop, we hopped on a bus and headed back to the middle of Cardiff for dinner. We went to Bella Italia, and had a pizza each, then went to TGI Friday to share a toffee popcorn sundae for dessert.
We were very full.
So yesterday wasn't the most active day either of us have ever had. Our trip to the supermarket aside, we watched A Town Called Eureka, did some laundry, watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off, ate some fish goujons, watched Looking For Eric, and went to bed.
Sarah didn't want to watch Looking For Eric; we came in about halfway through Cliffey's viewing of it and watched a bit of it and Sarah got quite worked up about how much of a dick the bad guy was, so I insisted that we watch it 'til the end so that she could see him get his comeuppance. It was awesome.
Some of the others went to the pub quiz, but we refused to go with them because we would have had to leave our pyjamas again. It's not like they won or anything.
The other housemates might get more of a mention tomorrow. Except for Pete, who's gone on another trip.
Joel.
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