Murder, She Said

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

Caro has been quiet today; she has a migraine and it has subdued her normally effusive personality. 

Fortunately I have the perfect cure for low spirits. Margaret Rutherford. I am sure I have waxed lyrical about Margaret before, but I always deploy one of her films whenever we want some quiet, English country fun. 

Murder, She Said was the first and it makes me laugh all the way through. It's the interplay between Margaret and James Robertson Justice as a grumpy old bastard which is the highlight.

WOMAN: This is Jane, the new housekeeper.
JRJ: And a plainer Jane I never did see.
MARGARET: Well we can't all be young and handsome. Can we?
JRJ: I must tell you that I do not tolerate impertinence!
MARGARET: Then we should get along very well. NEITHER do I.
JRJ: Can ye cook, woman?
MARGARET: If you mean good, plain English food, yes.
JRJ: Quite right. Cod's as good as lobster; and cheaper too.
MARGARET: So long as it is not ruined by cheap opiates.
JRJ: If you are referring to this cheroot, I'll have you know it cost me TWO shillings!
MARGARET: Well, quite.

I'm sure I have forced them on Fat Pete before. And I expect Mad Dog has seen them all too. However, Princess, if you have never seen them before I cannot recommend them highly enough.

Even Jasper gave up licking his bum to watch. Eventually.

S.