I *get* that these Christmas films won't write themselves, but I wish they did...but then I'm glad that they don't because it's really fun listening to festive music in September. It's just an excuse, isn't it? But then also tinged with a bit of sadness (understatement) because Christmas last year was, obviously, for many reasons, the worst ever.
All helps with the writing, I guess.
Took Mum to the seaside, with my sister, and the dog. It was lovely. Loveliest day we've had as a family since Dad's passing. The dog, as much as she bites me and generally causes a lot of problems, does a lot of good too. And Brancaster is awesome, I want to film there, it's just perfect.
Got back, had a shower to get rid of all the sand and then off out for Griff's birthday bash, which was good fun, if weird that V wasn't there. It's all politics, isn't it?
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