I gather, from the internet, that it's cold outside and so have barely left the house for days. This is good news for the Come Dine With Me ratings but bad for my daily sketchbook - there's only so many angles of the TV one can draw.
To try to break the monotony we did make one excursion: we went on a date to see The Road. Though Charlotte cried for the half an hour leading up to the end of the film and then for about two hours afterwards, which kind of ruined the cheery atmosphere we were hoping for. And to think I was banned from taking my sketchbook to the cinema because it's unromantic.
And here's several bottles of gin on a shelf, which may go some way to explaining those tears.