143/365 Wednesday night at the pictures.

They may not be Wells-next-to-the-sea chips, and they definitely aren't my Mum's homemade chips, but there is a lot to be said for a large coffee cup of chips.



They did sit a little heavily, but as T and I had a three seater sofa between us at the cinema (P opted for an armchair, he's too good for us it seems!), we had room to get comfy. The film (Small Town Murder Songs) was dark and moody, perfect Wednesday night fare. Especially the soundtrack by the fab Bruce Peninsula who we'd seen at the folk festival before.

A cycle home by starlight ended a thoroughly enjoyable evening. Especially for a Wednesday.