Great Escape

I came in Friday afternoon at 5.15 pm and closed the door to a dreary and cold and wet and gloomy world for the time being.

The weekend was a great catch up.

So on Saturday after the housewifery things of laundry and dusting and hoovering and after a brunch of spinach omelette, crispy grilled bacon, and crunchy toast and a pot of green tea I am ready for the remote control.

Dennis did all the washing up.

I have recorded plenty of programmes during the week thanks Sky +.
I recorded Vampire Diaries – there is no shortage of fangs and blood on the telly at the moment (Twilight and company). Vampire Diaries is okay – it is like Dawson’s Creek with fangs. The vampire actors are good looking. Is this a must? It helped.

Then I moved on to Glee – I do not care so much of the story but the cast can surely belt out the songs. I like their version of Queen’s : Don’t stop me now.

While I still have the stamina I moved on to Lost double bill – to start its final season. I was not expecting much and halfway the first episode I was still thinking back what happened in the last season – who died who were the others who was in love with whom and I blinked and John Lock is now a monster who can transform himself into a killing dust like apparition. Weird.

This time my eyes were square but after tea we decided that it is about time to watch the Da Vinci Code. Yes again we are late. The hype had died down and the DVD is now only £3!

Here is my quick fire impression: fast, furious, relentless, visually polish and too long. Here is my long sentences impression: in some areas I feel more intelligent than Langdon and Neveu ; I love Betany and McKellen and I am pleased I have read part of the Acts of the Apostles. I should read the whole Acts of the Apostles.

I woke up Sunday very late not because of the viewathon the night before but because it was Sunday. Going out was not an option - there was a heavy downpour.

Good so we turned our attention to Angels and Demons the sequel of the Da Vinci Code.

Oh please don't get me started. I am not a qualified critic but it was OK- let me put it that way. Langdon had managed to torch one of the cardinals; destroyed part of Vatican's archive and admitted that he cannot speak Latin or Italian.

I came out from house Monday at 8.30 am. As I opened the back door I braced myself just in case the world had changed in the last 48 hours – nah – dreary and cold and wet and gloomy still.