Home alone

I don't normally spend the evening alone, but yesterday Virginia had a dinner out, so I prepared myself for a good five hours on my own. First I did some manly stuff --- plumbing. My toilet's tank loses an almost invisible line of water, and since I'm in this very annoying, eco-taliban mode, I decided i had to stop it. After a couple of hours, three trips to my local hardware store, my toilet was pretty much in the same state as before starting to repair it., but the bathroom floor and walls were much dirtier though.
Then I did the dishes, folded the laundry and made myself dinner a sandwich with a glass of Rioja Gran Reserva 1994 and half a kilo of strawberries with low fat cream....the contradictions of the single man. Finally I sat back to enjoy the kind of film I can never watch when my girlfriend is there (no, not porn). This time I chose Battle Royale, with Takeshi Kitano. Gimme some more blood, baby!