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Odds and Sods
Mar. 6th, 2008 06:15 pmOur tellybox is *still* knackered, but our Broadband switcheroo went fine. We can always watch Ashes to Ashes on the iPlayer.
Why did I decide it was a good idea to go to bed at midnight when my baby has a cold? Madam woke up in a tizz at 4, took a good long while to get back to sleep and then was awake again at quarter to 7. I probably had about 5 hours kip. Feeling OK but I MUST get an early night tonight! No 'Oh, I'll just edit that line of dialogue that's been bugging me' and then ending up writing for another half an hour.
No exciting news to report - the first of our writery jobby irons has slipped from the fire, alas, but these things will happen. I see it as a two-steps-forward-one-step-back thing... we're still a baby step further forward than we were. Hubs is pissed off about it, mind.
Canters stank today, and there were loads and loads of coachload sized groups of French Teenagers ambling about in quadruple file on narrow pavements... I'm not saying the two were related, but both were annoying.
For some reason, MSN's angle on the horrible, horrible unfolding story about the child abuse and probable murders in Jersey is that Bergerac was filmed near it. Yeah, cause that's what we really have to keep in mind - was John Nettles ever at risk?
Through a furze of static today I saw a trailer for some telly programme with Donald Sutherland in it. Unfortunately, I can never see Sutherland Snr without picturing him falling magnificently into a cake (*points at icon*) or noshing on Julie Christie's Lady Garden in Don't Look Now. Dirty boy!
Why did I decide it was a good idea to go to bed at midnight when my baby has a cold? Madam woke up in a tizz at 4, took a good long while to get back to sleep and then was awake again at quarter to 7. I probably had about 5 hours kip. Feeling OK but I MUST get an early night tonight! No 'Oh, I'll just edit that line of dialogue that's been bugging me' and then ending up writing for another half an hour.
No exciting news to report - the first of our writery jobby irons has slipped from the fire, alas, but these things will happen. I see it as a two-steps-forward-one-step-back thing... we're still a baby step further forward than we were. Hubs is pissed off about it, mind.
Canters stank today, and there were loads and loads of coachload sized groups of French Teenagers ambling about in quadruple file on narrow pavements... I'm not saying the two were related, but both were annoying.
For some reason, MSN's angle on the horrible, horrible unfolding story about the child abuse and probable murders in Jersey is that Bergerac was filmed near it. Yeah, cause that's what we really have to keep in mind - was John Nettles ever at risk?
Through a furze of static today I saw a trailer for some telly programme with Donald Sutherland in it. Unfortunately, I can never see Sutherland Snr without picturing him falling magnificently into a cake (*points at icon*) or noshing on Julie Christie's Lady Garden in Don't Look Now. Dirty boy!
