swee'pea99
Legendary Member
My youngest isn't feeling too hot at the moment - sick, listless, all that. She came and flopped on the sofa last night while I was having a mindless hour watching Minder, a much loved show from my youth.
She lasted about 10 minutes before she suddenly said: 'Why are you watching this? It's rubbish.' 'No,' I said, 'it's a classic. You just don't appreciate it.' She lasted another five minutes or so. 'No. It's not that I don't appreciate it. It's absolutely terrible.' And off she dragged her aching bones.
To be fair, it wasn't the best episode I've seen. In fact, it was pretty, well, if we're being brutally honest about it....rubbish.
They say you can't go back. Sometimes it's true.
She lasted about 10 minutes before she suddenly said: 'Why are you watching this? It's rubbish.' 'No,' I said, 'it's a classic. You just don't appreciate it.' She lasted another five minutes or so. 'No. It's not that I don't appreciate it. It's absolutely terrible.' And off she dragged her aching bones.
To be fair, it wasn't the best episode I've seen. In fact, it was pretty, well, if we're being brutally honest about it....rubbish.
They say you can't go back. Sometimes it's true.