My week away in statistics:
Hours on trains: 20
Number of relations engulfing me in effusive welcomes: 3
Easter eggs: 12
Bottles of wine by household over Easter weekend: 14
Books read: 4
Porsche-count: 3
Visions of profound, jaw-dropping, traffic-stopping male gorgeousness: 1
Mad-women on the journey home: 2

Plus!

Went to see a footy match. The Male insists that it must be termed at least 'footy', but preferably 'fuddy'. We wanted to see Essendon and Geelong, but that was a night game, so we trekked over to Docklands just in time for the kick-off of Carlton and St Kilda (I want to be a St Kilda supporter just so I can have a hat with St. K. F. C written on it). It was hilarious. Simply hilarious. Lots of random violence - yay - and people screaming abuse at anything that moved. I laughed for the entire game. Especially when the Male gave me binoculars so I could gawp at the players butts if I felt like it.

Saw movies. Gosford Park is a wonderful couple of hours of delightful British fluff. So pointless, so silly, so lovely. And Clive Owen can lounge on my bed any day. Also saw something strange and French. Ah, here we go. DOUG bless IMDB. Les Enfants du paradis. The French Gone With The Wind - long, with strange yet compelling characters and a tragic and unsatisfying ending. Good fun, if just for how commpletely batty all the characters were. But watch it, and gain some sort of new respect for mime. No, really.

Meanwhile, am back. Yess, precious. And I wants to see the Two Towers preview, I does, yesss. Just finished reading the book and am now more sure than ever that David Wenham is going to disappoint me as Faramir. He's sodding blond, for starters! But it's going to be so damn good. *bounce bounce*