Why does going to the cinema during the day when everyone else is at work feel so deliciously decadent? I'm off to see The Last King of Scotland today. I'm going to the afternoon session. I have written nearly two chapters today. I have nobody to meet, pick up or care for...

So why do I feel vaguely guilty about it?

I don't need to feel guilty. I am beholden to nobody and not required to account for my movements to anyone. I have put in a good day's work. Even better, I actually have to watch this film for my job as a movie reviewer.

Perhaps there is some truth to the accusation that's been levelled at me more than once, that I'm a manic workaholic who doesn't know how to relax:)

Whatever... I'm going to the movies. I am going to eat popcorn and ice-cream and have a Diet Coke with them, because, as anybody in the know will tell you, diet drinks with junk food cancels out the calories.

Anyway, technically, I'm working, so any calories not cancelled out by the tumor-inducing chemicals in diet drinks will be wiped out by the fact that I'm on the job, and therefore anything I eat isn't fattening.*

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*And you wonder why I write fantasy.... LOL

Actually nope, I know I don't! rofl! Hope you had a good time :)