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Well, I'd better tell you all about it.
Friday, 23 December
We managed to set off only half an hour after we wanted to (the cat proved remarkably easy to cage). The drive down was okay-ish, with a detour round the Salisbury ring-road taken to avoid Trafficjamhenge. That was that for the day.
Saturday, 24 December
Christmas Eve: a spot of last-minute shopping (flowers for my Nan, and wrapping paraphenalia - never a bad word against Morrison's in that department, they had exactly what we wanted!), followed by lunch at my Nan's, and then off to the cinema on Paignton Green to see The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. Unlike King Kong, it's about the right length. It doesn't hang around. It doesn't mess too much with the book. It isn't even too sugary-sweet and dwells about as much on the central themes of redemption/sacrifice as the book itself does. In short, as an adaptation, it works very well.
Sunday, 25 December
Christmas Day: the usual, for my family. Get up, breakfast of Coco Pops and croissants, sorting and opening of presents, lunch, lazing round, up to Nan's for tea, back home to watch bits of TV we'd recorded. Dr Who was fun, but... while Tennant makes a fine replacement for Ecclestone, I do wish that someone would remind Russell T Davies that the T.A.R.D.I.S. is capable of travelling to planets other than Earth, and that, oh, this episode was essentially a re-hash of the Slytheen 2-parter earlier on, except with a different ending.
Monday, 26 December
Boxing Day, and also my Dad's birthday. The day's entertainment was provided by Torquay United vs Wycombe Wanderers. Given the not-so-mighty Gulls are second-from-bottom, and "Why Come" are top of the table, we didn't expect much. So when half-time came around, and we were 2-0 to the good... we fully expected what happened in the second half, the game finishing out 2-2. Low-light, though, was not the conceding of two goals in the final 20 minutes, but the 25 minutes I queued (before giving up!) for a mere hot drink on a cold day during the break. Evening, we had more relatives round, and played cards and a particularly epic game of Trivial Pursuit (my mother won).
Tuesday, 27 December
I was woken up by the cat. For some reason she'd decided to eschew her litter box... in preference to my duvet. She then surprised me by not only wanting to go outside, but also to take a walk round the house, rather than freaking within seconds and running back indoors. My sister and brother-in-law had been up in Didcot for Christmas Day, with his brother and sister-in-law, and the whole family met up at a mutually convenient location for an excellent lunch (for the record, I had Guinea Fowl). Back to pick up the cat (took four attempts to get her caged this time... literally one limb at a time, we finally managed it), and back home in reasonable time.
So here we are, and there's nothing on TV: so I'm watching darts.
Friday, 23 December
We managed to set off only half an hour after we wanted to (the cat proved remarkably easy to cage). The drive down was okay-ish, with a detour round the Salisbury ring-road taken to avoid Trafficjamhenge. That was that for the day.
Saturday, 24 December
Christmas Eve: a spot of last-minute shopping (flowers for my Nan, and wrapping paraphenalia - never a bad word against Morrison's in that department, they had exactly what we wanted!), followed by lunch at my Nan's, and then off to the cinema on Paignton Green to see The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. Unlike King Kong, it's about the right length. It doesn't hang around. It doesn't mess too much with the book. It isn't even too sugary-sweet and dwells about as much on the central themes of redemption/sacrifice as the book itself does. In short, as an adaptation, it works very well.
Sunday, 25 December
Christmas Day: the usual, for my family. Get up, breakfast of Coco Pops and croissants, sorting and opening of presents, lunch, lazing round, up to Nan's for tea, back home to watch bits of TV we'd recorded. Dr Who was fun, but... while Tennant makes a fine replacement for Ecclestone, I do wish that someone would remind Russell T Davies that the T.A.R.D.I.S. is capable of travelling to planets other than Earth, and that, oh, this episode was essentially a re-hash of the Slytheen 2-parter earlier on, except with a different ending.
Monday, 26 December
Boxing Day, and also my Dad's birthday. The day's entertainment was provided by Torquay United vs Wycombe Wanderers. Given the not-so-mighty Gulls are second-from-bottom, and "Why Come" are top of the table, we didn't expect much. So when half-time came around, and we were 2-0 to the good... we fully expected what happened in the second half, the game finishing out 2-2. Low-light, though, was not the conceding of two goals in the final 20 minutes, but the 25 minutes I queued (before giving up!) for a mere hot drink on a cold day during the break. Evening, we had more relatives round, and played cards and a particularly epic game of Trivial Pursuit (my mother won).
Tuesday, 27 December
I was woken up by the cat. For some reason she'd decided to eschew her litter box... in preference to my duvet. She then surprised me by not only wanting to go outside, but also to take a walk round the house, rather than freaking within seconds and running back indoors. My sister and brother-in-law had been up in Didcot for Christmas Day, with his brother and sister-in-law, and the whole family met up at a mutually convenient location for an excellent lunch (for the record, I had Guinea Fowl). Back to pick up the cat (took four attempts to get her caged this time... literally one limb at a time, we finally managed it), and back home in reasonable time.
So here we are, and there's nothing on TV: so I'm watching darts.
