I'm baaaaack. Revitalised and full of verve for the week ahead. Nothing relaxes like doing bugger-all in an apartment just across the lake. We lounged. We read stupid girls magazines. (I'd like to state at this point that Cleo is better than Cosmo. Both ran 'How to get hitched' articles. Only Cleo suggested that you propose to him. It was, naturally, the last option, but at least they included it. Unlike Cosmo, which had six pages of ways to inveigle a proposal, but not that. Honestly, it's as bad as the bloody Rules. Except it wants you to have sex.) We cooked. We watched TV. (How can anyone hate The Avengers? That movie is so much fun! I want a John Steed of my own.) We MST3Ked the weather. We took over the world.

It was fun. There should be more of it.