Hello all. I am back from Melbourne, to which rapturous city I absconded on Friday. Hence the silence. You didn't even notice, did you? Witness my distress.

The purpose of my flying Melbourne visit was so that my parents and the Male's parents could meet. Enough said, really.

I also went into the city, shopping with the fellow, so that he could get some new work clothes. He's working as a lawyer. Doing his articles. He's been there a whole week, and is already talking yuppie-lawyer-speak. I tickle him every chance I get. During this shopping trip, I felt vaguely like I was accompanying some standard female acquaintance, as he hmmed and ahhed between this shade of purple and that brand's shade of purple, each for horrid sums of money, and checked which went better with what tie.

I told him he should get more shirts, because everyone will have seen them already, darling.

I also told him he should get a red shirt, but he declined, saying that it was too red.

I said: "That's the point, stupid."