I suddenly look prolific this month, but in fact I only wrote one thing and it's only 600 words. Lose a Boyfriend, Gain a Degree, which is Rachel and Allison (from Counter-Measures)'s first meeting (if you define that as having an actual conversation). I still hate the title, but it took me longer to come up with that than it took me to write the whole story.
I haven't got to the last two Poirots yet. I am planning to watch the last one followed by the penultimate, so it's not too sad. I am up-to-date on all the rest of the telly, though, which makes a change.
I can't get excited about the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who. This is because there are too many things before it, namely my sister's hen night on Thursday and her wedding on Saturday(!). We have literally been waiting years for it and now I can't believe it's so close. This is assuming I get there - my sister's advice on how to find it was "you'll never find it". Mind you, she asked about not getting bored advice on long haul flights and I a) still get excited about being able to watch films on a plane and being brought food and b) take travel sickness pills that knock me out, so I struggle to stay awake for long enough to watch a whole film in the first place.
I did, however, watch The Science of Doctor Who on Friday evening and liked it. It was basically a lecture on relativity, so what's not to like? Although Brian Cox does give an entirely inaccurate idea of what a physics lecturer looks like. They are nearly all old, fat and bearded.
I have re-read all the Jedi Apprentice books. I can't tell you how much I'm not tempted by Jedi Quest. But now I must return to the pile of books I ought to have been reading.
Mirrored from my blog.