She always forgets her manners

The beautiful Tom is working tonight so for the first time since we moved in to our darling little flat I have some time to blog. He has been very kind in offering me time and space in which to do so earlier but given that the only internet access we have is from a little dongle-thingy that isn't entirely reliable, I wanted to wait until I was able to take my time with it. By the way, if any of you happen to know of any brilliant wireless/naked ADSL internet deals going, I'm all ears.

The move itself was seamless if you forget that both of us had the flu and that the flat is located at the top of a spiral staircase. Oh, and that we were given a parking ticket by a bored inspector who chose to ignore the fact that the moving truck was a) parked legally and b) in the middle of a move. Thankfully, we've a band of strong and lovely friends who came over to assist and we were unpacked that same night.

In the time since our move we've been getting to know the local area. Not that we really needed to; most of our weekends were spent either at the market or a cafe on Toorak road or at the pub around the corner beforehand. But knowing that we can now wander down for a $4 pizza whenever we want is somewhat intoxicating. As is having a practical use for the red kitchenware I've been collecting for the past 5 years or so.

Last night I went to see The Sound of Music at the Astor, a beautiful old art deco cinema on Chapel St with Heidi and Nat, some school friends. Sitting in the Astor's faded glory, eating cherry-ripe flavoured choc tops and listening to Julie Andrews whilst gazing at Christopher Plummer -oh, Christopher Plummer - it was a rather magic afternoon. Finishing the evening with afore-mentioned cheap pizzas and a bottle of red made for a perfectly civilised winter Saturday.

For reasons I can't remember, talk turned to Judy Blume novels read in adolescence, with particular reference to Forever. If you're not familiar with Judy's work, this is the book that caused quite a stir when first published for its references to teenage sex, pubic hair and bodily secretions.

Strangely, we all remembered it for the fact that the main male character had named his penis Ralph. Heidi was perplexed by this, having never encountered one with a name herself.

H: In all my years, I've never come across a penis with a name. Have you?
MD: Come to think of it, no, I haven't.
N: Neither have I. But then, I've never asked. (A look of worry crosses her face.) Is that rude?

Cue laughter and snorts from Heids and I.

Wonderful movie action, great food and drink and time spent with people who make you laugh. Perfect Sunday indeed.