Sink Me

My Dear Fellow,

I was listening to the last ever Humph "I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue" when I took this picture. It made me a bit sad. And then my tram came and Samantha had to rush off to meet her overweight boyfriend. His explanations for why he's gained weight are a bit far-fetched but Samantha says she can just about see where he's coming from.

Work was again unremarkable. Although I did spend my time doing something useful - documenting the overnight batch. It is not really my job, but you know what I'm like when my OCD kicks in. I see spaghetti, and I feel a need to straighten it. This is why I'm a business analyst and not an Italian chef.

Speaking of food, due to the warm weather I thought I'd shake things up a bit and postpone the Friday curry until tomorrow. Instead I picked up burritos and nachos from town. Er Indoors seemed quite keen.

To accompany the burritos, we felt like a big adventure film so I put on "The Scarlet Pimpernel" with Anthony Andrews because nothing says Mexican Food like Revolutionary France.

I like the adventure, but it's not as much fun as Sir Percy being foppish and dandy, striking a pose and then saying things like, "Sink me! 'Pon my word if it ain't Citizen Chauvelin! I could spot ye from a distance with that hideous cravatte!"

Er Indoors did not make it through the movie though. Within an hour she was fast asleep. Not a nap. A full-on, face-pushed-into-a-cushion SLUMBER, it was. Then you came to my rescue by texting me about a film called "Maneater of Hydra!"

So I've started it. It is exactly as described. I'm loving the honking jazz soundtrack, the awful dubbing and the fact that people go around saying things like -

MAN: Let's go and take in some fresh air.
WOMAN: That's a good idea. I would like some.

It's at times like these when I really miss you, you know. We really should be watching this film together on a Sunday morning with a sausage muffin and a pot full of tea. I was just thinking this when Er Indoors woke up again, meaning the end of the movie will be postponed until tomorrow.

Maybe things will be easier soon. My evening will be your morning and vice versa. Maybe I'll get my Sunday mornings again, even if it is your Saturday night. Or if that's not convenient for you, I'm happy to eat a breakfast muffin late in the evening. We should definitely make a date for September. You bring the muffins.

Parsones