After a quiet morning of me and my chores I couldn't help but wonder what to do. I was still getting over last night's traumatic thing of the day. It felt too soon for something else big. Rainy, dreary, grey gross days are not such good mood lifters. I ran for the weekend section of the paper. Not one but TWO of the movies I had hoped to see were playing at the local cinema. I have barely watched one movie without endless guilt...but TWO?!? Now you are talking crazy.
Another Year and The King's Speech were both wonderful films. They left me entertained, inspired and downright jolly. Between the weather and the accent I even pretended for a few moments that I was indeed in England and not just little East Stroudsburg. My accents are horrible and turn from English to Jamaican to gibberish but it doesn't stop me. Usually someone else has to.
I think back in my childhood days I MIGHT have been permitted to see a double feature just once and though I can't fully remember the movies I fear they had something to do with Rick Springfield, break dancing or ice pirates. I know for sure there were neither brilliant English accents nor Oscar buzz so I think I am safe in my theme for the day. Now forgive me for such a short post but I must get back to my tea and kipper snacks.
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