Thing the first – Nanny McPhee (which I watched yesterday on ITV2) is a nearly brilliant film. It’s pretty much perfect up until the last 20-25 minutes, at which point it starts descending into out-and-out silliness, and finally resolves itself in an orgy of saccharine sentimentality. I don’t mind that it has a happy ending – in my current state of mind, I’m positively craving happy endings – but it would have been possible to do it in a much less ‘Hollywood’ way. But, still, it is good, and it’s a positive ‘who’s who’ of British acting talent – Emma Thompson, Imelda Staunton, Patrick Barlow, Celia Imrie, Derek Jacobi – and British ‘can’t act for toffee, but still fun to watch’ talent – Colin Firth, Angela Lansbury. Oh, and, yes, I know it’s a kids’ film. I don’t care, I still think it’s nearly brilliant.
Thing the second – there is a definite seasonal element to my mood. At the moment, I am without exception experiencing desperate, can’t-bear-to-sit-still, depression if it’s a crap day, and feeling noticeably better if it’s a nice day. The link couldn’t be more obvious. I’m not sure what to do about it – aren’t there supposed to be special light bulbs you can buy? – but in any case, I always feel a little better for understanding a little more about why I feel the way I do, so that’s good. If I was religious (which I’m not), I’d be praying for a sunny day on the 25th. This is because of:
Thing the third – I phoned up my sister, ostensibly for a bit of a chat, but actually to find out what the chances of me being able to bunk off christmas were, if I’m having a ‘desperate, can’t bear to sit still’ day. The answer? She basically sobbed down the phone, said that this was going to be a really sad christmas because it’s without our mum, and that she doesn’t really care about anything else, but what matters to her is that I’m there. So, that’ll be absolutely bugger-all chance of bunking off, then. She ended the conversation by hoping that she wasn’t putting pressure on me. Pressure? As if… (To be fair, she’s not trying to put pressure on me, and I am basically pleased she told me how she feels – it makes me feel like I’m fulfilling a little bit of my brotherly responsibilities. Anyway, I think I managed to cheer her up a little. Shame I can’t do the same for myself, really…)
Thing the fourth – despite all the above moaning and whingeing, I continue to be not having a major crisis. I won’t lie, I’m not enjoying life at the moment, and on a scale of one to ten, the horribleness of things would probably rate a high seven. But I am holding it together. And, so far, I’m doing a lot better than last year. I have sent cards to most of the people I ought to have done (I didn’t manage to send out any last year), and I’ve also sent presents to those members of the family that I definitely won’t be seeing at christmas. I even know what I want to buy for the people I will (in theory, at least) be seeing, but I have to venture into town to get those things, and I’m not certain if I’ll be up for that.
But, as I say, things could be a whole lot worse. So hurrah that they’re not. :o)