So it was my birthday on Saturday!

I had a nice weekend. I got books (Unseen Academicals! Dark Entries! The first volume of Girl Genius in really-exists-format!) and a plug for the kitchen sink, and stroopwafels! We made a chocolatey mess (there is both cake and melted chocolate in there somewhere. And possibly also the lost city of Atlantis. We watched Masterchef and Merlin. We went out and had a nice meal and saw Up, which was so lovely, and omg heartbreaking (I pretty much cried throughout, but in the good way) - and in 3D. It wasn't horribly painful, but also not quite brilliant enough to be worth bothering with when there's a choice, I feel. Apart from occasional wow-moments it probably didn't add that much to - SQUIRREL.

(That's an Up joke. But it's in the trailer so... yeah.)

Anyway, I also spent a nice amount of time in bed, and this morning some men came and replaced our faulty fuse-tripping slightly Rusty old hob with for a bright shiny white new one called a Moffat. This is truefax.