Rainy Bank Holiday

Saturday afternoon I was supposed to see Hysteria with my sister, but because she exists in her own time zone where, "the film starts at half three so we should probably leave, you know, before that", means something else entirely we missed the start. Sister redeemed herself by suggesting we go to the pub until the next showing. The next showing turned out to be at nine thirty. I thought it was a brilliant film, but, then, by that point we had been in the pub for six hours.

Different pub than our usual, actually. Nothing brings austerity home faster than nipping out for a quick pint to discover that the entire pub has been evicted for non-payment of rent. It explains why the quality of the beer had been declining so rapidly over the last few weeks, actually. New pub also stocks bottles of the German beer that always gets me into trouble, I can't see how this could possibly go wrong.

Sunday disappeared into a series of collapsing on conveniently placed flat surfaces and insisting that I wasn't hung over, thank you very much, it must have been that sandwich I had on Wednesday.

All which meant I didn't get around to watching Doctor Who till this morning, which I did in bed with tea and french toast ( The Power of Three )

Seeing as we're all listing our Yuletide nominations: Felix Castor, Parasol Protectorate, Imagine Me & You, all approved yay!