Yeah, so much to say. I sit at work and think of what I would like to write, but of course I can't write at work. I suppose that makes it easier to think about, because I know there's no possibility of actually having to do it! So why tonight? Don't know.
Maybe because I just watched a film that moved my and I'm drinking vodka and orange. The film was 'Incendiary'. I wasn't watching it for any particular reason. Background noise for an evening of putting clothes away and looking for receipts. Didn't warm to any of the characters much. Until Ewen McGregor's character gives the woman a bag with the cuddly rabbit of her dead son. Moved me somehow. And again when she starts to believe her son is with her in their flat. Looked the film up afterwards to find it was almost universally panned by the critics.
Much more to say, but ran out of steam.
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