My mum was half way through cleaning the kitchen. I was three chapters into a book I've to read for Creative Writing at uni. We sat down for a coffee break and a bit of cake (we allow ourselves a treat in our bid to battle the bulge - I'll expand on that another day), saying we'd just watch the start and get back to what we had to do.

An hour and a half later, we eventually rise, having giggled and squealed and many a why don't they make more like this!

We'd got lost in Disney's latest DVD release of Enchanted, wrapped up in the over the top singing, the amazing costumes and, of course, Patrick Dempsey.

I might not pass my exams at the end of May, but at least I can walk away knowing that someone gets to live happily ever after.

I blame Disney for my expectations on what love really should be like, and how men should treat women and that we should all just sing all the live long day!

I always knew it wasn't my fault that I'm single. It's Dinsey that's made me weird.

But it really was a magical way to spend an afternoon...

Posted: Wednesday 09 April 2008 16:05:23