Don’t mind me, I’m just enjoying a wee holiday in Cornwall–in my dreams, if nothing else.
In reality, I’ve been partaking in a Doc Martin marathon. As you may recall, I got hooked on the show when PBS started airing it Sunday evenings. I was quite content to watch one episode each week, until I managed to hook a friend, who in turn watched all four seasons on Netflix. Now we’ve been warned: Watch them, or face the consequences. She can no longer be trusted to keep her mouth shut.
Needless to say, we’ve watched three each evening for the last two evenings; the remaining three are on tap for the weekend.
There’s a slight chance the weather will even cooperate–I’ll light a few candles, sip some tea, and comment in a British accent. It will be quite lovely.
Now, if only I could get my hand on a wee stone cottage. Because I’m fairly certain everything’s better in a stone cottage.
But I digress …
So to you, a happy weekend. Wherever you may roam, on land or in imagination, may it be a good one.
… cheers, my friends!