Fourteen years

For some reason I have Sixteen Tons swirling round in my head. It feels like it’s paving the way for Culture to turn fourteen today. Years, not tons, but I am sort of rewriting the lyrics in my head. I doesn’t feel as if a year has passed since I last celebrated on here, but it must have. My time goes quickly, despite me not doing much.

Certainly not much in the way of culture. As I pointed out to Daughter the other day, I still have a few episodes of Bull left to watch. But I suppose if there’s to be no more, it’s as well to have some leftovers standing by.

And if you know me, you’ll be surprised to hear I’m not even hankering after cake all that much.

Now that it’s September, it won’t be long until the new seasons of whatever it is we watch are back on television. And between you and me, I don’t believe Parker drove off, not knowing he’s being set up in some way. We were only meant to worry over the summer. Oddly, I have been keener to watch Hawai’i than the Mother show NCIS.

Earlier in the year I was hoping I’d be going back into the cinema soon. Now I’m not so sure. I’ve even stopped taking notes of all the films I’d like to watch, because it just made me feel stressed. Have decided that at some point I’ll be able to watch stuff, whether in an actual cinema setting, or on the home screen.

When I set up CultureWitch there were three birthdays to mention on September 2nd. The Grandmother, but she died some years ago. Mark Harmon, who still has birthdays, but who is no longer on NCIS. And Culture herself; fourteen today.


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