Reliving school has made me feel quite faint and I've forgotten what I was going to talk about. Something about the water gushing down our kitchen walls and the reservoir under the floor tiles? Well anyway, to cut out all of the important details in order to make a long story short, the heating's off and the windows are all open and the flat is COLD.
"Let's go out somewhere warm. Let's go to the Butterfly Cabinet."
"But I want to be thin."
"But the house is full of chocolate."
"Flawless logic, let's go out and have pancakes."
(Anyone interested in the flooded-kitchen saga may visit Simon's blog for a rather vile photograph of a burger and the full detai -actually, he hasn't really put any more details than I did, so don't bother.)
And then we came back and ate Quality Street/s and watched 'Allo 'Allo. Here is a picture of a doll I found at Granny's house:
|Dead ringer, ain't she? Right down to the plait and "GO AVAY!" expression.|
We're going to see The King's Speech tonight (because today is the 8th, not yesterday). The Tyneside Cinema is extremely pretty, and I imagine the film will have good costumes. And I'm going to have popcorn for tea.