What is it with me and movies these days? It’s becoming fatal, I’m drawn to sitting in my PJs with dinner and choosing something that I know is going to end in tears. Today was Notting Hill which in my opinion isn’t even that great a movie. So why then was I sitting there sniffing and sobbing!? Husband, I think you better move a Londres, ahora! I wake up with puffy eyes every day and today I had to wear makeup to work to hide the traces of my laughable misery. Now excuse me while I go eat chocolate. Bwwwaaah.