I have a code

It’s a stinker.

Anyway.

All four of us are sitting on the settee watching The Amazing Spider Man 2 (or something like that).

The log fire has been doing what log fires do since about 2pm (it’s 9pm now).

I briefly considered liveblogging this film, but I’m not sure I’ll make it through to the conclusion.

Liveblogging this cold would have been a better idea, but nobody deserves this much snot to be shared.

But liveblogging something is an idea, especially if young Masher is going to throw down the February Blogathon challenge once more.

Do you have any idea how difficult it is to watch a film from a settee full of girls?

The wriggling, the gossiping, the giggling, the spans of limited attention.

And that’s just me.

I need to go and throw another log on the fire.

I am disappointed, but wholly unsurprised, at the national lack of Thundersnow.

Which, surely, is a term made up by a tabloid newspaper?

Anyway.

The adverts are on now.

One of them featured Kevin Bacon in a red, skin-tight, shiny plastic suit and now I feel unwell.

In a not just having a cold kind of way.

Oh-oh, the popcorn has been broken out.

Time passes.

The popcorn has all gone.

Back to the film.

See you later.