Swell, just swell; that's Downton Abbey tonight, and....the last episode before Christmas Day. The suspense will be just killing. I simply don't know how we'll manage to get on without His Lordship or Lady Mary and The Dowager. It will be awful, just awful.
Still, there's the American civil war period serial, based on real life, about two families who's quarrels and disputes have gone from bad to worse since the fathers came back from the war. It's very exciting and as it takes place in Virginia, it makes me think of The Waltons, that series from many years ago, about a family and their neighbours, living through the difficulties of the Depression and the following years.
I absolutely loved the television series, and remember very clearly, having to wait my turn with my local library, for my chance to read the book, eventually.
It's quite shocking how another country's history seems, somehow, more exciting and romantic than that of ones own country. Our civil war was equally dreadful and terrible as the American civil war was; well, of course, perhaps civil war, any civil war, can always be considered most extreme and most horrendous.
And just like any war, anywhere, horrendous, shocking and terrible.
I've been incredibly busy this weekend trying to sort out all my belongings, ready for our imminent move to our new property. And believe me when I tell you, just how much packing-up I have to do. You see, I gather things, and possessions, hobbies, projects, photographs, of course; and letters and cards, my family history, and er.......well, clothes, not to mention shoes. So I've had to begin my packing-up early for I know all too well, what will happen if I don't? Very soon now, the dear SO will suddenly announce, without any warning, that today is the day for our move, and well, we'll be off. And if I'm not ready, it will be pure pandemonium everywhere. Thus, I'm creating a little space for myself, a calm and serene oasis, to become organised before He does so!
We've had a very wet and windy Sunday but the dogs still needed walking so there we were, out on a deserted village green and on the cricket field and, luckily for me, the rain ceased to fall a little after we left the house, so it wasn't so bad after all, and the dogs had a thoroughly lovely romp.
It's Monday again tomorrow and there's a little more painting to do and more packing up and my book club - we're doing Love in a Cold Climate by Nancy Mitford - another sort of romp altogether; and, of course, it's Bonfire Night with fireworks and a huge bonfire to stand around.
So, hey ho another full day tomorrow. Phew!
Cherrio
Daisy
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