#1; Fish Fingers and The Iron Lady.
Labyrinth moved in yesterday, so 33 hours ago; Lone Star stayed in bed. In that time we have gone from not having the energy to move to being insanely hyper, as per usual.
Labyrinth the Cable God spent the morning unpacking her entire life in more organized fashion than Lone Star has ever seen, and then proceeded to dish out her godly skills upon Lone Star's room. After this we tag-teamed out of the shower and waited for the German to arrive. Labyrinth stole the German to be a bag-carrying lackie and went to spend several pounds (over fifty) in Tesco, then returned to begin hosting our first dinner party. The German and Northeast came around and took charge of the rice-making responsibilities. Lone Star microwaves niiiicerice, so cooking for 4 was rather more complicated and having a migraine meant that kind of complex maths just wasn't happening. We had chicken korma, many laughs and spent a lot of time playing the 'Who can make the Third Reich cry' game. Northeast won.
The German started whining about Evja. 24 hours later it's worse than it ever was and he's about to stick his head in the oven (to check on the fish fingers -at least that's what he claims to be doing.) We meandered around town to find ballet shoes, to no avail, and walkie talkies, also to no availings. All these things can be ordered online, further proving that we never need to venture beyond the cinema/tesco ever again in our short lives. Oh, and probably the gym.
Speaking of which, we're off to view the Iron Lady, to appease the German.