I just had a very long day: I left at 7:30 am and got home at 9:30 pm. So I settled down, expecting to find some entertaining tv, when I saw that I had missed a fresh episode (at least in the U.S.) of the hot inspector. No! I can't believe it! I've become slack in my obsessive Lynley recording and/or watching (depending on if I'm around to see it "live" or have to tape it for later viewing). In the past, I would've sought out any important Lynley-related info and taped accordingly, but I missed it. Oh, the suffering we endure in our cushioned societies.

I just hope that some nutcase/evil people don't want to celebrate the 9/11 anniversary in some horrific way. :(


Mad Minerva said...

Hi, MJ!

Just for kicks I bought one of Elizabeth George's Lynley mysteries in book form this past weekend, to see what it was like off-screen. I think I prefer watching the fun on the TV! Besides, that snooty upper-crust British accent can be quite easy on the ears -- especially after a day of shrieking freshmen.

Anonymous said...

I wouldn't want to read her books--it's the acting, scenery, especially Inspector that make it worthwhile.

Thanks for visiting this lowly non-ivy blog during your busy schedule. :)