Planuary

It all needs to be tidied up, doesn't it.
Life, I mean.
Today I started finishing all the unfinished business from last year, sending off CDs and soon making phone calls.
Arthit from Thailand's Esquire magazine got in touch, asking for a playlist and some artwork and I have done that. I have still not found the lost Chefs badges (sorry Wilky, I'm still looking!).

Dentist this afternoon, ouch!, and Diana's birthday dinner tonight.

Before all that, I am Mrs Scrubbit. The house is grubby from lack of fresh air and overheating; dishes like a diary of the past week are on the draining board waiting to be rebooted, and corners of the kitchen floor look like a horror movie in miniature.
That's because I went with the ever-grumpy Offsprog Two to see Nowhere Boy last night. I loved it. Genius, especially since the words The Beatles were not mentioned once in the whole film: very clever. It's a film like a sculpture of different emotions and relationships and it's extremely well cast with a really good understanding of the suddenness of a teenager's dedication to music and the uncalculating way that they relate to each other; and the accidental ways that families work and don't work.
Lots of things really, and I will go to see it again.
I saw Sherlock Holmes in Dublin and I liked that too. It has had some mediocre reviews but that's possibly because it's directed by Guy Ritchie and the reviewers were expecting a taste of nasty violence. It's not there: this is an entertaining and witty take on the hackneyed subject of good old Sherlock, glittering and dark and dirty too, just like my kitchen.
TTFN!