This week's DVD was A LATE QUARTET about the emotional tsuris of a group of wanky musos. The Christopher Walken character was just about tolerable, but the others were all crying out for a good wet-fish-slapping throughout..
So far this morning, I have collected a poster I ordered (LA STRADA, very lurid, gurning Anthony Quinn,etc. Excellent-) from the Post Office depot, worked out at PureGym. (I really MUST go at least once a week. I'm paying for it, and as gyms go, it's good.) Outside is so much less horrid, though-) After I try getting through to BT online here, I'll probably join R and the dawgs for some more equipment-pumping in the park. Go me.