Well, I had a bit of a time, yesterday--which is why I've been semi-awake since half-past four in the morning. My foot is giving me more grief than I'd like it to. So, spent most of yesterday afternoon crutchless, doing several loads of washing, and tho' I was a bit tired in the process, it wasn't 'till I attempted to bring it all upstairs, that I'd realized I'd way overdid things. At first, I couldn't even get upstairs. I mean, I felt exactly like some flippin' little old lady! Legs went all wonky--but, in the end, I got 'er done. No choice, really, was there? Couldn't spend my life on those nasty naff old stairs--I'm not exactly living in the Ritz hotel. The light at the top of the stairs--which are a reverse L shape, has been out for three weeks now--and me with marginal night blindness, it's a slight challenge just finding the lock so I can stick my key in it--trying to negotiate the stairs with a mess of clean laundry--very tricky proposition. Naturally, the only one who can replace the light (it's up too high, above the staircase) is the landlord, who's absentee--only around when there's money involved.

Got out of work, needed some little things from the store--okay, well, I was simply way to exhausted to make myself anything to eat, so I bought a sandwich and a tin of microwaveable soup. Rang up a cab--waited nearly 15 minutes, cab finally shows up--only the cabbie is clueless, says the dispatcher didn't put out any calls for a pick up at my location! I had him check--no. Got seriously ticked off and told the cabbie to tell dispatch to cancel--I mean, here the guy was, empty cab, and I'm only going 4 very short blocks--he can't take me? Cabbie told me he couldn't take me without checking first--I was too tired to mess about with blatant American stupidity, so muttering words I can't print here, under my breath, I walked home. Took about twice the normal time, but I made it. But, I'm afraid I've set my foot back by about a week, today. Oh well. I have the next two days off, it seems--don't start back on day shift until Monday--Sunday the usual time, 2-7pm, then Monday, I'm off nights and back on days at 10am sharp.

When I got home tonight, someone had e-mailed me a link to some Casanova episodes--not bad...not crazy about all the switching back and forth, but really, it was quite good.

Only one thing tho', that gave me a slight bit of pause:

I found Tennant's Casanova bore surprising similarities to his Doctor Who. Just a wee bit of a minor disappointment there, I'm afraid. Oh, not being a critic--who am I to do that? I couldn't act to save my life--and yes, I've tried--and failed miserably on opening night--just four feet away from my dad. So, no, not being critical--but yes, slightly, albeit only very slightly, unhappy to learn this. My opinion of Tennant's acting is not swayed--still think he's a brilliantly talented young man--and it probably won't mess with my suspension of disbelief when watching Dr Who, still...watching Casanova, I see so many of the exact same mannerisms and speech patterns--it's a bit of a surprise. Perhaps the fact that Russell T. Davies also did this series has something to do with it--or perhaps Tennnat is just stuck in a rut with the English accent characters? No clue. I understand he's done some Shakespeare, and I saw a ten-minute clip once from a movie he did called "Recovery,"--from that little bit, I came away very impressed indeed. And yes, I still think he's got wonderful range and depth--but comparing Casanova with Dr Who, I am sorry to admit that now my view of his acting abilities has narrowed somewhat. No, Dr Who/Casanova is no Derek Jacobi.


DOCTOR: Do you get YouTube on this thing? I missed the final episode of Life on Mars."