Ed Balls is on Strictly – Hurrah! Love Ed Balls. Am trying to ignore that one of the finest minds in politics (whatever your political persuasion – this is a true thing) is spending Saturday nights putting his considerable brain to use in remembering steps to the Argentine Tango. I mean, I love a bit of dumbing down as much as the next person but really.
FOW2 returns to Exeter University tomorrow. Bit early but as she has a weekend job selling expensive face cream to Chinese students who seem to have money to burn – she is going back to make that easier. (Last week, I spent an idle thirty seconds waiting for zebra crossing lights to change, counting the designer labels on a young, beautiful Chinese student standing next to me. I got to seven before the little green man flashed.)
For those of you feeling sorry for me because we are sprog free (or jealous, depending on how you feel about these things) do not worry for FOW1 is returning to the fold in a couple of weeks. Doing a Masters has taken it out of him and he feels some time in the bosom of his family – having his meals cooked and forgetting how to close drawers after himself, is just what the doctor ordered.
I am possibly the only person in the United Kingdom who isn’t that keen on Sunday Night Telly. Although Poldark certainly has its charms and I am sure Victoria is ably filling Downton sized holes, they just don’t do it for me. I apologise – I am sure it is my fault. I am not sure why. Anyway HOH has claimed telly to watch Beck on catch up. I saw the first charred body and retired to the kitchen.
Am loving Bake Off. There is just something so lovely about it. All that smiling through gritted teeth and laughing when you want to cry as your gingerbread London skyline falls over. It is truly a great programme. Can I ask – would anyone ever really want a gingerbread structure commemorating a great event in your life? Not me I don’t think. I’d just rather have that raspberry cake thing that Selasi made last week. I reckon I could get all that in my mouth in one go.
Went to Woody Allen film Cafe Society as promised. I always expect to get heckled as I go in to Woody Allen films for obvious and perfectly understandable reasons. However, I liked the film as usual – even though, these days, you often feel you have seen him make this film twenty times before, it still makes me laugh.
Anyway, Monday tomorrow. The leaves are falling, it’s dark in the morning, HOH has his Autumn cold and Cardworld has Christmas cards in. I don’t get my cards from Cardworld because I feel a bit guilty about sending cards that are so cheap that you can see through them. Also, I don’t send cards. Not really.
I leave you with Aged Parent’s damming conclusion about her friend who as just had an upsetting diagnosis. It is both anatomically uncertain and upsetting in its finality but that’s old people for you.
“He has three cancers – one in his prostrate, one in his lung and one in a very dodgy place indeed. So that’s it if you ask me.”