home alone

If you were to ask me what's the best thing about life as a graduate I guess my answer would differ quite significantly depending on the day but today's the day and we're all here now so I'm saying hangover days. Wondrous hours of utterly guilt-free unproductive nothingness wherein you wander languidly from couch to kettle and back without a care in the world, or, well, the immediate future at least.

Yesterday was one of such loveliness, augmented all the more by the absence of parents - father having decided for some reason to bring mother to Sligo for the weekend. The cats were away but as far as mice go we were rather meek in our playing; suffering from acute lethargy we lacked energy enough to bring ourselves to muster the energy to leave the house, even for coffee. So instead we had an afternoon of pure domestic contentment. We baked mini apple tarts with cinnamon and raisins and blackberry jam, before collapsing onto the couch again.

Empty batteries were the opposite of conducive to our plans for the night, for much as we love nothing more than hours of trashy television and Hugh Grant style movies, we had to go out dancing again. Which led us, in compensation to our sorry selves, to indulging in our new-found vice: The X Factor.

Oh the shame, oh don't judge us, oh forgive us, oh we know you secretly watch it too...