Alas. It's December. The semester has flown by and the announcement of a royal baby in the works has brought me back to my Brit fits.
The supremely ironic part of this post is that I somehow have supposed that I've neglected my British leanings. Yet while I type this, my trusty iPad is to my left--and I'm watching the final episode of the first season of Dr. Who. My son, who will be 25 this Saturday, BTW, recommended the series to me. My husband and I were Star Trek fans (all incarnations . . . ) and I just GET British humor, so it was a no brainer. Must admit I love it. Sci fi + Brit wit.
I've also watched a series of films this semester that only a true Anglophile would think of watching. . . Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows, Salmon Fishing in the Yemen, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, The Hobart Shakespeareans. . .
Which brings me to this. Consciously, I forget that I created this blog as a reason to continue my fascination with my British heritage. Unconsciously, my British side surfaces. I call that a successful semester.
Happy Christmas.
