Kev bought this for me as a Christmas present, as he and Steve have read the whole series and loved them. This was surprising, as this is the same Kev who gave up Sawyer Family Book Club, the highlight of my monthly social calendar, because he didn’t have time to read. HBO made a TV version recently, but it’s been shown on Sky, so it’s off-limits given my boycott of all things Murdoch. The DVD is out in the Spring, so I’ll get it then. This does appear to be a bit of a golden age for TV drama – we’ve just finished the second series of The Killing, which has mildly obsessed every Guardian reader, all of whom are now convinced they can speak Danish. We went to see Gaby and Pete a few weeks ago for a Nordic-themed evening, and Pete had a Birk Larsen removals t-shirt which I coveted greatly.
Libby’s walking hasn’t advanced much since the café at the swimming pool, but the poor love has a cold at the moment and is just a big ball of snot and porridge. Freddie is learning French at Nursery, but tends to get exasperated when we try and encourage it. Yesterday when I tried to converse with him in French, he just sighed and said ‘But Daddy, we’re not French!’ Looks like we’ll be raising a monoglot.
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