Adding insult to injury, or, I'm ready for my close-up.

Maybe I'm just grumpy. I did have to dig my way out of a landslide of ironing to get here. And I didn't get to go to any of the Doors Open stuff on Saturday or Sunday. And guess who was left at home when Madame went to see Richard Hawley last night?

And now this - Paddington : the movie. I suppose it could be interesting. Hum. What are the chances? Are we talking "Frida" or "Miss Potter"? Are we going to get a deep and searching portrait of a Bear for Our Times or some lightweight family froth? I'm wanting to see the truth behind the duffle coat. What lurks beneath the hat?

"The production will combine live-action and computer generated imagery in the manner of family features like Charlotte's Web and Stuart Little" - not sounding good. Paws up who saw "Garfield". Surely they could find a talented young bear to step into those wellies? A young, handsome, and supremely talented young bear who has been a fan of Big Paddie since cubhood.

"It is understood the story will be based on an original screenplay inspired by the various characters and episodes in Paddington's life as told through Bond's books" - based on. Another phrase guaranteed to raise a shudder. Are we going to see the reality of Darkest Peru? The misery of his life as an illegal immigrant on the streets of London?

Or will the whole thing be transferred to Des Moine? Paddington the chirpy all-American chipmunk in his trademark Nike trainers and Gap hoodie?

Wow. I really am grumpy. Ok. At least they can tell us if they are finally going to be giving him a Peruvian accent? Just in case I a young, handsome, and supremely talented young bear needs to practice.

Suspicion

She's up to something. I don't know what, but something is definately going on. A strange trip at the weekend. New wellingtons. For her. Not for me. I'd love to have a new pair of wellies. Some of those frog ones. They're green and they have boogly eyes so you can stand in a puddle and people look at you and think "look at him, he's standing on 2 big frogs. or maybe toads.". Sorry, where was I? Oh, and not stupid red ones. Or a duffle coat. Humpf. Oh, yes, her. Acting suspicious. We visited The Cats. I wasn't allowed out. Even though there was snow and I like snow. And last night she brought me a present back. A book called "Fluffy". It's about a rabbit called Fluffy apparently. Back from where? Hum.