Finally, I got to catch up on some Z's. I slept until I was done.
Sleeping should be followed by shopping... probably. So, we headed into town and went to the Oxfam bookshop where I found book two of Dean Koontz's Frankenstein, book one of which I'd recently devoured, in the sense of reading it, rather than eating it.
Then we went to the pound shop and I bought Billy Connolly's biography. For a pound. I wouldn't work in the pound shop. The wages are terrible. £1 an hour... probably.
Then we found Holland and Barrett where I predicted we'd be able to buy some popcorn - just the corn, no salt, sugar or butter. We have an air-popper-popcorn maker. I reckon that popcorn is a fairly good food to eat in its plain form, and since we're both on diets, it's worth a go.
We had lunch too, in the form of Subway's healthiest sort of sandwich. If it's good enough for that chap from Supersize Me - the one who lost the weight - then it's good enough for me.
On the way back, we bought a pinboard and, joy of joys, a whiteboard, which I attached to the kitchen wall.
For evening entertainment, we decided to rent a movie. Actually, we wanted to rent the entire series of Lost, but owing to a rather odd excuse on the part of the video shop (that some people return some but not all of the discs of the multi-partite TV series) they don't stock it. So, we opted for Broken Flowers, a Bill Murray movie which looked like it might be good.
The popcorn, made for the pleasure of having with the DVD, is made by pouring the raw corn into a duck-shaped device which has the mechanism of a hairdryer in it. After a while of hairdrying, the smell of popcorn appears, and then it fires seeds at you for a bit. Then a few (well, a bowl full) pieces of the inflated corn, appear and you're laughing.
The movie was confusing. It's hard to know exactly who was doing what. It was more a character-journey sort of a movie. I liked it.
And that was Sunday.