Night In

I watched dvds in front of the open fire, with my sweet boyfriend. Nice, huh?

The Kings Speech. Some stupid si fi movie called Skyline, which made no sense whatsoever. And Eat Pray Love.

I cooked pasta. But, I didn't cook my signature dish, as Sam called my tomato, olive, chilli and tuna sauce, the other day, realising that he was saying it, at least in part, as a little sarcastically, that, maybe, that that was the only pasta sauce I knew.

This much. Fingers held up just millimetres apart.

So, I made tomato, basil and choritzo sausage. I think he was impressed.