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For my 4,000th post I was looking for something weighty, momentous and/or earth-shattering.
After a couple of days I realised that it could be a very long wait indeed if I insisted on holding to those criteria. It was then that I decided that I should do what I usually do when I come to Live Journal and simply ramble. I'm good at it; it's what I do.
As I type, Furtle is huddled in bed. It is only 7.44 and she is not ill or anything, but we have just eaten an industrial quantity of chip shop chips (I had a battered sossidge, too) followed by a Cadbury's Creme Egg. She is curled under the duvet enjoying her first carb coma of 2010. Tomorrow is our last day off and part of it will be taken up in journeying out to Beaconsfield to see the solicitor. It seems like a long way to go, but they were the cheapest people with a good reputation we could find during this house-buying malarkey. Plus, all things being well, we should only need to venture out to see them once, prove that we are who we say we are and sign a couple of things. Hopefully that's that afterwards and things can move along mechanically until we are told that we can move. Technically it's not too far, though what with the trip to Marylebone to get a train, it will eat a good chunk of our day. Sadly, Beaconsfield is not, I think, on a fast line.
This afternoon we went to see the new Sherlock Holmes movie by Guy Richie, starring Robert Downey Jnr and Jude Law. I have to say that I quite enjoyed it, but my enjoyment was nothing to Furtle's crushing disappointment in the film. She was, by her own admission, seething when we left the cinema, because it was such a wasted opportunity. I expect that she will dissect it in detail when she gets around to reviewing it. She is the Sherlock Holmes aficionado around here, not me.
I guess this means that it won't find its way into our DVD collection in due course, or if it does, I shall have to place on hold my objections to whichever of the Harry Potter's it was I saw last - the one where Harry is a whiny teen git and all the joy was sucked out of the premise. It was the film before last, which I haven't seen.
After a couple of days I realised that it could be a very long wait indeed if I insisted on holding to those criteria. It was then that I decided that I should do what I usually do when I come to Live Journal and simply ramble. I'm good at it; it's what I do.
As I type, Furtle is huddled in bed. It is only 7.44 and she is not ill or anything, but we have just eaten an industrial quantity of chip shop chips (I had a battered sossidge, too) followed by a Cadbury's Creme Egg. She is curled under the duvet enjoying her first carb coma of 2010. Tomorrow is our last day off and part of it will be taken up in journeying out to Beaconsfield to see the solicitor. It seems like a long way to go, but they were the cheapest people with a good reputation we could find during this house-buying malarkey. Plus, all things being well, we should only need to venture out to see them once, prove that we are who we say we are and sign a couple of things. Hopefully that's that afterwards and things can move along mechanically until we are told that we can move. Technically it's not too far, though what with the trip to Marylebone to get a train, it will eat a good chunk of our day. Sadly, Beaconsfield is not, I think, on a fast line.
This afternoon we went to see the new Sherlock Holmes movie by Guy Richie, starring Robert Downey Jnr and Jude Law. I have to say that I quite enjoyed it, but my enjoyment was nothing to Furtle's crushing disappointment in the film. She was, by her own admission, seething when we left the cinema, because it was such a wasted opportunity. I expect that she will dissect it in detail when she gets around to reviewing it. She is the Sherlock Holmes aficionado around here, not me.
I guess this means that it won't find its way into our DVD collection in due course, or if it does, I shall have to place on hold my objections to whichever of the Harry Potter's it was I saw last - the one where Harry is a whiny teen git and all the joy was sucked out of the premise. It was the film before last, which I haven't seen.