Cosy up with Cathy

The time has come to shut out the night before 7, light the fire if needed and light any candles. It’s their lovely warm flickering light (scented optional). The start of the long dark nights and days in the case of Kendal make me want to snuggle down with a good book or possibly a really old film. Sadly the old films never seem to be shown anymore. They need to be black and white with glamorous actresses speaking terribly correct clipped english.
Mr. C. Likes war films but I get very cross when he starts telling me that they are using the wrong planes/tanks/guns. He gleefully announces that the German planes are English with bits stuck on. It may be the other way around. I zone out after a while!
I don’t think of myself as being old fashioned and I sort of acknowledge that Reality TV may have a place in the modern world but on the whole it doesn’t float my boat. I don’t get the Celeb thing at all. To me you are only a true Celebrity if people from different walks of life and different Continents recognise you. Hello Your Majesty.
Mr and Mrs Spray Tan Ultra White Teeth can’t live unless they are a blagger/blogger/flogger/slogger/glugger or hugger are a thing of the present but who will remember if they skated or shimmied their way out the jungle with an unmentionable part of a Kangeroo in their mouth.
I’m going to settle down with my RSPB magazine.
Sweet dreams