During the holidays 17 and I have made the most of the afternoons at home by watching old films. There is something fundamentally ease-making about sticking on a film, whether old favourite or never before seen at last by one of us and revelling in the story. We have watched Disney movies, love stories and tear-jerkers. My only stipulation has been, “no teenage pretty boys”, I simply do not have the patience. You could add to that, no slapstick, no near-misses, those films whose whole raison d’être revolves around the, “almost”. I cannot abide them. My frustration levels soar, how can they never notice the clues? How likely is that people would KEEP missing each other, multiple times?
Today we have had spells of really heavy rain interfering with the satellite signal. What better day to ditch the box and choose a film? For once our choice was one I had seen several times but 17 not at all, Julia and Julie. Not the first foray into Nora Ephron territory, last week we watched both Sleepless in Seattle and You’ve Got Mail.
I want you to know, this was just a choice was made solely on the basis it had been a long time since I had watched it and 17, having decided in the past it wasn’t to her liking felt differently today.
A little while into our viewing 19 joined us, half watching, half surfing the web. “Are you watching this because it’s her 100th birthday?”
Really? That’s what you get for not being online, you don’t know what is going on or whose special day it is, the Google always knows.
Happy birthday Julia, bon appétit.
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