time for a snooze

I've said sorry. I was a right grump yesterday. Not enough sleep in this house. Not enough hours in the day.

So I've had a quiet day today. She's been busy. Lots of laundry and then off to see the Terence Davies Trilogy. Deary me. It gave her a headache. She doesn't recommend it. Three dull, flat, fuzzy films about repressed misery and stifled lives. See the Bill Douglas Trilogy instead.

I've still got time for a small nap before bedtime. She has to do some messing about with sticky and paper. I usually like to stay out of the way when that kind of thing is happening.

I did sort of offer to help out with my nice new highlighters pens - they were a present from lovely person Angi - but unfortunately they were confiscated following the "Wouldn't Mr Wainwright look better with a pink fluorescent moustache?" incident. And I have agreed that I am jealous of him. Him and his thrilling sideburns.

Ah. Yes. Nap time.

late review

Well, paint me pink, and call me Mark Lawson.

She's been to see "300". I thought she might like to do a little review.

"Maybe do a bit of a piece of the political implications of the film?"
Manic giggling. "It had a big battle rhino in it."
"Yes, but what about the comments of the Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad ..."
"It was big and loud. And nice to look at."
"It was about war and death, woman. Violence. Blood. Ick."
"There were loads of fit blokes. In leather pants. And did I mention the battle rhino ..." And off she skips. Just like an audience with Germaine Greer.

Bet you can't wait for her review of "Das Leben der Anderen". Apparently it was a thoughtful, compelling story of oppression and hope in Communist era East Germany. Oh, and that Sebastian Koch is, sigh, a bit of alright.