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I have a ginormous fruit salad in the fridge. Every time I make it I tell an invisible audience how to slice the grapefruit. Not a cookery show type audience, just an invisible individual person. They never really seem interested and I can't say I blame them. I tell them the same thing every time. I have (different) conversations (not related to laundry technique) with a (different) person whenever I hang up laundry too. Not sure why. That person is a priest.

Erm.

Lunch tomorrow was going to be eggs, but I haven't any. So far I've cobbled together fruit salad, salted popcorn and dates. I'm sure that will be fine to see me through the day. As a happy by product of this search I've discovered how nicely dates and bacon go together.

I was going to watch a film today, but dithered too long over which to pick, so saw none.

I saw Les Miserables at the cinema on Thursday and really liked it, the running time flew by and it was grand. Mainly. But last night I sat down to watch it again and all I could see was Hugh Jackman's fleshy lips. It was a disappointment.

And I watched Ripper Street and might be beginning to ship Bennet and Jackson.
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I've finally caught up with my viewing with the help of a day under a duvet with a hot water bottle :)

Suits )

I also saw white collar )

And then there was SPN )

I also had H50 )

And finally Lewis )

In briefer verdicts, Miranda was fun the past two weeks, very much liked the guy in the shop. Ripper Street was less so this week and I haven't watched Call the Midwife yet. (I know it looks loads, but these are the only shows I watch all week.)





*Rick Hoffman, I went and looked and he's only 6 months older than me! I thought he was in his 50s. Oops, sorry Rick Hoffman. Although that's probably a compliment to your acting, so actually you're welcome Rick Hoffman.

** Titus Welliver - yes he was, he was in Suits too - fancy that.
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We have snow, but not as much as they keep telling us we're going to have. Which, I don't even like snow, but I can't help but feel cheated.

Work has been weird - Monday started by going in and finding out that one of the receptionists had been sacked abruptly late Friday, which was unsettling. It's sad that all the expressions of sympathy were empathic in nature, frather than genuinely upset that the particular person had gone. Sad too that the reactions went from "Gosh, really why?" to "who's covering her work?" very quickly. She was an odd and not overly pleasant person though, so I guess that's been reflected.

Anyway, after that, Tuesday there were men on the roof making ridiculous amounts of noise. Removing some form of structure, which resulted in Wednesday, walking into an office with caved in ceilings, debris and muck and much water everywhere. (Thankfully not my office space). Much dispute has arisen between contractors and management as to the extent and cause of damage. (contractors are positing the theory that it was a coincidental ceiling catastrophe and naught to do with their removing roof tiles and failing to secure any cover...)

Friday saw confirmation that, once again, they are moving staff around, shifting people's desks and locations and general disruption. Have yet to have any real explanation as to why. Of course, we all have so much free time that a few more days wasted packing up and relocating is not going to be a problem. \sarcasm.

Anyhoo.

On top of that it's been a crappy week, I've been speaking to Debs around the loss of her mother and it's heartbreaking just on a compassionate level, but of course, it's bringing far too much to the fore about Dad - and as a consequence I'm dreaming horribly (or about my late boss*, which is equally disturbing if not emotionally distressing) On a lighter note though, I did dream that my bathroom taps were possessed by an evil spirit so I attempted an exorcism by singing Amazing Grace at them...

I don't think Sam'n'Dean ought to try that anytime soon (although it would be amusing to watch, perhaps less so than the current eps!)

On the tv front - I'm watching; SPN, this week's episode was good, but emotionally bleak. H5O which was, well, rather ridiculous of course, but enjoyable nonetheless. Ripper Street - similarly ridiculous, but managing to seem believable while I watch and I really like it and I have Suits still to watch. Oh and Lewis! I don't like it in two halves and I don't like where it's going but I'm enjoying the journey, and there was a dramatic moment when Hathaway looked sooo young and vulnerable and oh.

And my tummy hurts still and I've been feeling bleak all week, but I bought myself a new duvet cover and I won £5 on a scratchcard and I'm trying t hold on to the bright side.

*did I mention that walking into work a couple of weeks back I clearly and distinctly heard his voice? There was just me in the corridor and two women in the staff room. Strange. He would have found the concept of haunting the place amusing though, so I'm not perturbed.
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I watched the first ten minutes of the first episode today and I thought it was all a bit of a blur and I probably wouldn't bother overly much. And then it was the suddenly the end of the second episode and the next one isn't on for another hour and I find myself impatient.

It's got Jerome Flynn in it. When I worked in London back in the days of Soldier Soldier I used to daydream about him coming into my shop (I worked in a plus size women's clothes shop, so I'd imagine he was shopping for clothes for a role - I was very much younger). I used to love Soldier Soldier. It was my first fandoming with another person. This was before the internet, or even mobile phones, but my friend (who was in Manchester at the time) would watch the show, then phone each other to squeak about it. I used to rps him and Robson before I even knew what that was. And Mary Sue them too. (Daydreaming was a lot more fun before you realised you were doing a thing. I once sat on my floor, watching a version of Frankenstein (the one where the monster could talk and was beautiful before he stopped being beautiful and it was very sad), wrapping my Christmas presents, while imagining that Robson and Jerome were sitting on my bed behind me and cuddling for the first time.)

Anyway. He is in it and has a beard and looks very much better. He disappeared for a while and I occasionally pictured him being sad while Robson soared into fame and every show on earth. Jerome was an animal lover and I wonder if he's sad that Robson does fishing. I probably still have their cd somewhere.

None of this is in anyway going to make you like Ripper Street. Well the beardy Jerome might. It is very much of the ilk of RDJ's Holmes, even to the extent of Jerome bareknuckle boxing in the first one. But it kind of works nonetheless. There's talk of the Pinkerton detectives, the birth of forensic investigation and cuts that make it feel more graphic than it is. I think I shall like it.

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