I woke up feeling more tired than when I went to bed, and a little queasy, too. Maybe I shouldn't have finished that 2-day old curry last night...I got to the bus stop and dozed a little, until I finally came to realise that no bus had come in ages. Other people had arrived and muttered, then grumbled, and finally moved off to find other means of going in to work. I sat there debating the matter for all of 2 minutes, then got up and went straight home and to bed. From whence I was called to answer the door a few hours later. Yay! My Amazon order had come, and so I spent the afternoon reliving personal television memories watching Robin of Sherwood.
It's been more than twenty years since I last saw it, but it was amazing how little of it I'd forgotten. It's still a great, magical story: beautifully shot, wonderfully scripted, well acted...and yeah, a bit dated, but now that only adds to the charm of it; and it's still powerful television drama. I cried every bit as much at Michael Praed's Robin's death this afternoon as I did all those years ago. And that's where I stopped watching. I thought I'd only ordered the first two series, but must not have paid attention because what I have here is The Complete Collection, and so there are 13 more episodes featuring Jason Connery in the principal role still to get through. I didn't take to him, back in the day; and frankly, I've done my best to forget all about him, so I don't know if I will watch the rest yet. For today though, getting reacquainted with the first Robin has been a genuine pleasure.
And I may be clutching at straws here, but this morning when I went to check up on Leila, instead of hiding behind the washing machine, she was sitting in front of it. I've left the door open so she can venture out if she pleases, but she hasn't moved from her spot yet. Still, she hasn't gone back into hiding, either; surely, that's a good sign? I'm not taking her to Best Friend's now, that's for sure; if I just let her be, with the bathroom door ajar, next week or the week after, she may come out on her own, mayn't she?
Oh, and 2 Imodium later, I feel absolutely fantastic.