The bodyguard program I mean. I have not been watching it but after all the "feeding frenzy" that is all over radio and TV I thought that I should have a look. The SO downloaded it last night and we watched the first episode. Those deep set dark eyes, all that shading(?).
Brooding looks, dark hair, dark pools for eyes. Oh er, Is it? can it be?
Oh My Word it's Heathcliff, but where was Kate of the flailing arms?
Now now all you fans, there is no need to get excited. I will give the second episode a look as well, in the interests both of fairness and the fact that I might miss something good.
It was good seeing Mrs Durrell again, lets hope that she doesn't get tipsy and make a fool of herself.
This is all in jest, I have not set out to offend anyone. It is, after all, a work of Fiction! It does, however, take me back to the heady days of The Forsythe saga, do you remember?
The Churches in many areas put Evensong back to allow their parishioners time to see it, the churches would have been empty if they hadn't.
Come to think of it Soames was a dark haired, dark eyed brooder with "issues". There is nothing new under the sun, as my Granny would say on a regular basis.
I remember when I made my first mini skirt and my Mun tutted rather pointedly, My Granny just said that the flappers dresses were positively indecent behind all the fringes, and do you remember that Chinese style dress with the slit up to your thigh? your dad made you wear 2 pairs of knickers just in case. I fell about laughing and dad choked on his coffee.
Silly season may just have made a comeback. I am a bit off piste here.
Anyhoo, I had a grand day out yesterday.
A visit with Chrissie, tea, chat and knitting, a pop in to see Sue and drool over some fabric in the Flying Goose.
Then a bite of lunch.......Bite....Who am I trying to kid, it was more of a controlled slurp.
Off again to see Bovey Belle for more knitting, more tea and Joy of Joy's CAKE!!! Home made (of course) Carrot Cake, what can I say. Moist,soft, tasty and a HUGE slice, no tasting the knife in that house.
I didn't pick the plate up and lick it, even though I thought about it. I can be polite, it did take will power.
We chatted away, put the world to rights, and did some knitting. I did a demonstration of my way of joining to knit in the round and the kitchener stitch. Why is it so difficult to explain something that you do without conscious thought ? it is akin to giving driving directions in your home town, you suddenly realise that although you could almost do it blindfold you can not tell anyone whether it is the 2 nd left after the big roundabout or the 3 rd.
On that confusing thought I am off to get Rufus and Herbie on their morning walk. The sun is shining,it is dry with very little or no wind and the air is crisp. Just Perfick.
PS. I came back from my last visit with a massive box of apples, I know that I have a relatively decent crop from my trees but 2 of them are mini trees and the others are too young to crop fully. That booty was most appreciated, just as much as the cake.