My back has stopped hurting. Hurrah! This means that I am not an old man after all. Mind you, these days I do have to be very careful not to drink too much before I go to bed, otherwise I will be up in the night...

Anyway, today is part two of my 'off work' break, and I can safely say that over the long weekend I have really pushed the boundaries of laziness and unproductivity as far as they will go.  *proud!*  Get up late => Do very little => Go to bed. What a simple yet wonderful formula.

The formula was broken on Saturday though, when I went with Fiona to see 'The Devil Wears Prada'. I thought it might be a bit of a challenge to my manhood, but in fact it is an excellent film, merely disguised as a chick flick. Meryl Streep gave a brilliant performance (that will no doubt receive an Oscar nod) as the boss from hell. It's definitely worth seeing, and serves as a sharp reminder never to let your work become your life.

Today so far, I got up late, and have done very little. See how well this works! I did venture forth to the supermarket at one point, where it took four members of staff and nearly fifteen minutes to exchange a box of eggs. That's teamwork in action! Well done Tesco.