Looking Out To Sea

I’m now watching CSI: Miami at twenty past eleven. I haven’t eaten anything in two days and the bar has become quite low regarding what I watch. So it has reached the point where David Caruso, sunglasses, and some nonsense plot involving both programmers and skateboarders, seem reasonable. At the same time.

Looks like we’ve got — sunglasses off — a hokey plot — sunglasses on, look to middle distance.

The Christmas food adverts are getting more and more torturous. All those hams, chocolates, Yorkshire puddings and roast potatoes are driving me mad. Also, the knowledge that we have chocolate pistachio fudge in the fridge is preying on my mind.