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Finally saw the first episode of the new series: entertainingly silly.
I do like their version of Mary Mottram (GAH! MORSTAN. Sorry. Mary Mottram is a flower I quite like. blogging late at night = higher likelihood of aphasia showing), though. Especially her hair! I liked the interpretation of the character in the RDJ-Law films, too. I am willing to put up with quite a lot of silly for a good Mary Morstan. And Molly! I adore Molly! And Mrs Hudson, who I have always loved deeply in practically every iteration.
My darling friend Dee screened it for me: I rewarded her with a great deal of 'Punch him! Punch him some more!' Along with ice-cream and blackberries.
Last night Cookie woke me with her gentle Miew-miewing: she had been ferreting down the back of my open underwear drawer (there is a reason I own three sticky roller delinting things!) and had decided she wanted to sleep in one of the nooks of the Expedit bookcase. This bookcase lives along one wall of our bedroom next to the chests of drawers and I use it to store my towels and craft materials.
Unfortunately, I washed all the towels the other day, and had rolled them up and put them away in their nooks. I had to get out of bed and drop six or so towels onto the floor until there was enough space for a fluffy little cat. She gave my hand a loving little lick as she crawled in and settled down on the remaining towels, purring contentedly.
At 4am, I was woken by a fluffy little cat leaping down from her nook onto my legs. Apparently, it's faster to get down that way rather than by going down via the drawers again. The drawers which can never be fully closed because at any moment a cat may require them for navigation, or be hiding down the back of one. Now she and Monster are lying stretched out along the full length of the ironing board, grooming in tandem while I watch a documentary about Bill Cunningham who has had 29 bicycles stolen from him over the years. He does live in New York City …
I do like their version of Mary Mottram (GAH! MORSTAN. Sorry. Mary Mottram is a flower I quite like. blogging late at night = higher likelihood of aphasia showing), though. Especially her hair! I liked the interpretation of the character in the RDJ-Law films, too. I am willing to put up with quite a lot of silly for a good Mary Morstan. And Molly! I adore Molly! And Mrs Hudson, who I have always loved deeply in practically every iteration.
My darling friend Dee screened it for me: I rewarded her with a great deal of 'Punch him! Punch him some more!' Along with ice-cream and blackberries.
Last night Cookie woke me with her gentle Miew-miewing: she had been ferreting down the back of my open underwear drawer (there is a reason I own three sticky roller delinting things!) and had decided she wanted to sleep in one of the nooks of the Expedit bookcase. This bookcase lives along one wall of our bedroom next to the chests of drawers and I use it to store my towels and craft materials.
Unfortunately, I washed all the towels the other day, and had rolled them up and put them away in their nooks. I had to get out of bed and drop six or so towels onto the floor until there was enough space for a fluffy little cat. She gave my hand a loving little lick as she crawled in and settled down on the remaining towels, purring contentedly.
At 4am, I was woken by a fluffy little cat leaping down from her nook onto my legs. Apparently, it's faster to get down that way rather than by going down via the drawers again. The drawers which can never be fully closed because at any moment a cat may require them for navigation, or be hiding down the back of one. Now she and Monster are lying stretched out along the full length of the ironing board, grooming in tandem while I watch a documentary about Bill Cunningham who has had 29 bicycles stolen from him over the years. He does live in New York City …
