Hmmmn. I think that someone has used my email address to sign up to one of those match-making sites. This is just ... well, a little sad really. *shrugs* Oh well.
In other news, my fridge is better! I admit it, I have not mentioned the illness of my poor fridge here, but suffice it to say that with the slamming waves of heat we had a few weeks ago, the poor dear simply gave up. By which I mean I was able to use the freezer as a fridge, and the fridge as, well, nothing really. I suppose if I'd wanted I could have made it a cupboard.
But then a few days ago, to my utmost delight (tinged, I confess, with a slight edge of horror) I found that the left-over champignons I had left there for breakfast had frozen. So had my pasta. So had my milk. Did I mention that my boundless joy would have been replaced with a large chunk of irritation had I not been so overflowing with the joy that is boundless?
However, I have a freezer that freezes, a fridge that cools, and I have proved that once again
positive thinking in not calling a tech will win the day! Why? Because it's maaaaaagic children. Maaaaaaaaaaaagic.
I have been watching more of my Granada Sherlock Holmes
, and I really do believe we are getting up to the peak of the series. Edward Hardwicke's
Watson plays perfectly off Brett's Holmes, and they both have that feel of actors with a common purpose who have grown comfortable with each other. ( The Six Napoleans. Foreign and emotional? How very OOC. )( The Sign of Four. No really. We're not gay. )( The Devil's Foot. Ok, you got us. We really really are. )
Three days til The All-American Rejects! And I should really write up what I thought about Wicked
. And those book reviews. I have a hella
backlog on those book reviews. (Oh, yes, I am
still doing those. Delay of eight weeks you say? I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.)
But now? I leave you with this
. My absolute favourite song from Wicked
. Well. Absolute favourite for now.