Charlie took me to London. We watched Mamma Mia live and danced along, and went to see 221B Baker Street and Sherlock and Watson's house, and we saw the dinosaurs and ate and wandered London at night a lot. It was a fantastic weekend.
Thomas and I dressed up to go and see the Artist at the weekend, at the Kinema in the Woods, a cinema which hasn't changed since 1929, effectively. It was a wonderful evening, very atmospheric, and the film was fantastic, vastly deserving its Oscar wins.