Well we didn't manage to get
quite as much done today as we intended. Actually, apart from cleaning the bathroom (Furtle, to be fair) and shopping, nothing got done, really. Though I did mend the drawer in the kitchen where we keep the pots and pans.
We managed to have a couple of pints in
The Griffin while we were contemplating doing something, wandered down to
Waitrose to finish the shopping and bumped into
budgie_uk, outside Costa Coffee where he was finishing a cup and writing on his laptop. We finished the shopping and then lured Budgie away from his coffee with er... coffee.
This evening we watched
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid on DVD, which I'd picked up for a fiver in HMV yesterday. Furtle had never seen it and said, immortally, about half an hour into the movie "is there anyone famous in this?" Er...
Robert Redford and
Paul Newman?
"Well I've only seen them as old men!"
Bless.
She also kept asking in that 'don't you dare tell me' way, "are they going to die at the end of the movie?" so I replied, "I couldn't possibly comment" in my best 'of course they bloody well are' way.
It's a great movie, but I'd forgotten how slow the start is, it being around 25 years since I watched it last. Or maybe we are just less tolerant of the 'slow burn' in movies, 40 years on?