Well, five nights, to be exact.
Continuing this jet-setting lifestyle that I'm becoming so accustomed to, herself indoors and I are heading off to Paris tomorrow for a few days. This is mainly a way of making up for the fact that I was 5,000 miles away for her birthday earlier in the month, but also as a way of recharging our collective batteries (and it means I'm finally, FINALLY going to Disneyland, having been itching to go since it first opened).
If all goes according to plan, I won't be anywhere near a computer until I come back. So things will be even quieter than usual around here. And it's a shame, because I had so much to talk about. Like my favourite ascerbic journalist, Charlie Brooker, describing Adrien Brody as "a cross between Ross from Friends and a disappointed sundial." Or the new trailer for the Silent Hill movie.
But all these will have to wait. I've got french people queueing up to be rude to me.