w/e 2020-11-29

It’s been foggy here for the past few days which, along with us going nowhere and doing little, only adds to the sense that time has stood still.

§ This week, in a sign of quite how unprecedented these times are, even though it’s still November, we started the Aldi Marzipan Stollen Bites. As I keep reading, we need to be gentle with ourselves, so easing early into the pleasures of Christmas seems only reasonable.

No mince pies yet though. I still have some standards.

§ We watched DNA this week, a rumpled, male, Danish detective piecing together a mystery about missing babies, also featuring Charlotte Rampling as a not-yet-retired-for-some-reason French detective. It was alright. Despite the fact we guessed one of the major reveals right at the start — very unusual for me — there were two nice things about the show. First, that people darted about between Denmark, Poland and Paris and it was nice to think of Europe as a continent of co-operating people very close together (which, of course, it is). And, second, it had a good, and affecting, ending. So often the endings in these things fall a bit flat, but that was good.

§ Unfortunately I don’t have a good ending for this week. That’s it.