It's not been the best of days thus far - my body surfaced about 10, and I got up to feed Tilda. At some point I noticed the takeaway mouse at the bottom of the stairs and trod in the puddle of milk I spilt last night and hoped would be gone by morning. My plan was to watch the first two Superman movies today, but they aren't in either of the three places I thought they'd be. I'm convinced I took them to Leicester, but if so I'm fairly convinced they came back (unless I tucked them on the shelf in the wardrobe and pushed them out of sight). I had a tidy of the bedroom last week, and I thought all the videos got stuck in a pile then. I think the only thing to do is weight for them to surface, but it blocks the chapter.

Trapped the other side of the bed, I heard the phone ring, and tried to squeeze around the bedside cabinet. Crash went the pile there, and a favourite mug lost a handle. It may be gluable. I didn't reach the phone - it was a polling company who has just received a stiff message and may well find themselves added to some junk mail lists.


So, onto rewatching Return of the Jedi then which is not exactly 1970s, but I probably ought to deal with the whole trilogy, even if it is just in passing for the sixth episode.

ETA: Superman located such that I don't think it went to Leicester. Superman II still MIA, but may be on spare bed with the seventies books. Copy of Shark in Venice also located. Additional grumpiness has been brought to you by a request for a heavy rewrite of a review, the edited version putting words in my mouth.
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