15th January

Ginny and I had a lazy sunday. Really lazy. We stayed in bed till twelve and then cuddled on the sofa all afternoon in our pjs. It was perfect really. It was one of those days that makes me want to retire (extremely early) and just do nothing for the next fifty years.

When I told Ginny this she hit me on the head- hard. "I don't think even I could cope with fifty years of nonstop Potter."

She kissed away my pout and then we had leftover treacle tart for tea. Who said grownups were boring?