The forced sensuality of buttering a slice of toast. 
 
Beautiful location but I kept having visions of my grandmother making gagging gestures across the table from me.

Missing my cynical lover :’(

Had to finish painting a baby doll to fire my kiln so I followed this up with the latest episodes of the rehearsal… which is also turning out to be a rom com. Watching Nathan in a diaper choke on giant puppet breast milk has wiped my memory of any notable commentary I could make about Harry or Sally.

I watched this with an Italian uncle who concluded every scene by exclaiming “shoot… and now he’s president”.

So I’d love to give this an eye roll but fellow mates of isle j at cobble hill would tell you I was grinning the whole time.