Bright Star

Uninspiring indoor blippage again today, my apologies to you.

I got tough this morning and told myself that if I got all my chores done by 1.30 I would be allowed to watch Bright Star before work. There followed a lot of metaphorical whip cracking in order to fit it all in. Tea for the lads was cooked, printer ink and dog food was bought, dogs were taken on arctic treks, bills were paid, invoices were sent amd bedrooms tidied.

I just made it in time and wallowed in a wonderful afternoon of doomed love and Romantic poetry with the requisite blubbery ending, all enjoyed in front of a roaring fire. Ah, lovely.