you only get one angel

Quiet day. Began to sort through my wardrobe/drawers to sort out stuff that I haven't worn for ages and really am not going to wear again, so may as well try to donate to charity. I hate doing this. I hate clothes shopping, too.

I should really do some clothes shopping tomorrow. Bah.

First part of Going Postal was entertaining, even if some parts of the story had been chopped and there was more emphasis on remorse/reformation than I strictly remember as occurring in the book. Still, I suppose that there had to be some changes. It's really only my nature as a purist that makes me twitch. I'll never be satisfied.

Though I am almost completely satisfied with Charles Dance as the Patrician. He even had a limp. Please, please let them not skimp on his big, "Tyrant, remember?" scene towards the end.

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"Are there any sick people want visitin'?"

Nanny stared at the trees. It was getting worse and worse. She rummaged in her memory for anyone in the locality sick enough to warrant a ministering visit but still well enough to survive the shock of a ministering visit by Granny Weatherwax. When it came to practical psychology and the more robust type of folk physiotherapy Granny was without equal; in fact, she could even do the latter at a distance, for many a pain-wracked soul had left their beds and walked, nay, run at the news that she was coming.

-- The Sea and Little Fishes, Terry Pratchett