Home help, shots and cult film

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Four things today. No special reason, except that I've been having fun.

1. A wonderful flatmate who does Saturday morning tasks so I can further my writing career.

2. A dubious drink made of warm rum and avocaat topped with whipped cream. It is drunk through a straw so you can fully appreciate the mixture of hot and cold.

3. I comment that there are a lot of familiar songs on Lou's iPod. This is because we both own the Empire Records soundtrack. We decide that this is a film that needs watching tonight.

4. Whipping cream and making white sauce -- and showing Lou the miraculous transformations that occur when doing these things.

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