So it’s all over. The door has been unlocked and it’s now time to get back to reality. About 30mins ago I had to leave the cosiness of Gemma’s flat and get home as I’ve got work to do for Lucid Studio. Before summing up the experience I’ll get us up to speed…

After the daytime movie yesterday we both had a mess about on the Wii. Played Wii Fit and Wii Resort for a bit.It definitely gave us an appetite for dinner.

Dinner!

I had bought a Fajitas sauce from Tesco and the Wraps. Just stuck some chicken on the fryer added the sauce and served it with grated cheese and Mayo. Peppers and all that jazz are in the Fajita mix. Fooking marvellous so it was. The Simpson movie was on while eating so that was a laugh.

After dinner I had a wee chillout while Gemma done the dishes (result). Messed about on the iPhone and read a bit more of the aforementioned book.

Then it was on to the main event of the evening.

Gemma had just recently finished reading Alex Garland’s – The Beach, so on Friday, after we had decided that we were going to do this lock-in, I bought the movie adaptation on DVD. Gemma’s LOVED the book so I suspected she might want to see the film.

I got wine and the (long awaited) cheese out to accompany the movie, Gemma had a wee stash of chocolates that she got for Christmas.

I enjoyed the movie. Had seen it before ages ago but it was nice to have a refresh. Gemma did too but was disheartened by how different the film was to the book “Especially towards the end”.

Cheese Please!

After the movie we flicked the channels and ended up watching a bit of Requiem For A Dream. It’s an intense movie and perhaps not he best thing to watch with the Mrs. Seemed like she was getting into it though, but in the end tiredness won over us and we hit the hay around 1.40am.

This morning when we got up it was a bit of a sombre mood. The Sunday blues had well and truly kicked in and we were both gutted that our wee weekend was about to end.

I commented that one of my workmates had said, upon hearing what I planned to do this weekend, that “We wouldn’t last the pace”, and that “Cabin Fever would set in”. Gemma’s reaction was “I wish we could keep locked-in for the rest of the week, I don’t want to go back to the world”. She went on to suggest that we make this a regular thing and do it once every three or four months. I totally agree with her.

I know blogging this was a bit of a personal endeavour, and a means of escaping into my thoughts, but I hope you enjoyed it and even took something away from my experience of isolation.

I miss it already.

Mario out.