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Weather

It is 4.30

This is a photo taken from my back door.

Now, I know that anyone living in any European country would not find this interesting or noteworthy in any way, it is still a shock to saffas. 

Especially me.

I must say that it is not cold. Halfway through November, and is still t shirt weather during the day.

Day ending at 4 o clock, I hasten to add.

Gravity

I do love movies.

Mostly any movies, horror movies not so much, twighlight  movies...no, I think not, Sci Fi movies...sometimes.

So, Gravity.

Sure you have read the wonderful reviews.

Here is mine.

First of all, it is a big amazing deal for me to see a 3 D movie.

I have only ever seen 2 so far, and there was just me and the children in the cinema oohing and aahing and trying to catch objects , and ducking and diving as they came towards us.

The Hubby could die of embarrassment.

So, Back to Gravity.

3D...10 out of 10

Plot:

Suffice to say that at one stage I actually wished that Sandra Bullock would die.

Reality:

Ha ha ha ha ha 

Let nobody ever tell me ever again that one of my favourite movies, Air Force One , is far fetched.

Or that Olympus Has Fallen is far  fetched

Friendly Folk

Well, seeing as The Hubby has a contract that requires him taking the car to work every day, I walk everywhere, which is A Good Thing.

So, I walk to Tesco (about ten mins each way) 

Or, I walk to the village (20 mins each way  if I am brisk about it)

So, I have lived here coming up to 2 years.

Today was a Good Day.

FOUR...yes, FOUR people actually spoke to me.

Two of these were in the VillageTesco, one was in the post office, and one was in the charity shop.

This is a breakthrough

Fuck these Village  People.

I will break them eventually.

I speak to these people. Mostly they ignore me.

I must say that I do not  speak to them in a mad way...I just say things like : "super weather for November " or " gosh, such a queue today " or " please go ahead of me in the queue" or "fuck you Village People" 

( no, I actually never say that :) 

I do think it all the time though.

How hard can it be to be nice?!

When I go up to Leeds to see Dr Lauren, everyone is nice and friendly.

When I go up to London to see The Gorgeous Son, everyone is nice and friendly.

Come back to Cambridge and they are RUBBISH.

The one exception is Tim The Optician

He is the nicest nice person in the world of nice 

I love him.

I almost wish I had terrible eye problems so that I could consult him every week.

Indeed, if eyes were available on the NHS I would become a stalker and an everyday patient.

I think his wife is his receptionist. She is lovely as well.

And I think his mum is his other receptionist? I love her too.

In the interests of human interaction, the Mad Plymouth Brethren that shout and carry on outside Dear Tim The Optitian's Shop...I did tell them that they were Odd  and Doomed  and Mad.

They took it quite well  I thought.