Dead of Winter

 The movie I saw on Saturday was "Dead of Winter." It was beautifully done: a gripping story, dramatic scenery, some romance and a score which enhanced the action. Emma Thompson was understated and brilliant. I enjoyed it and at the same time my feelings were summed up by another cinema go-er who remarked to nobody in particular "Well that was bleak, wasn't it?"

My trip to see my mountain family was lovely and I was almost home when somebody at traffic lights rolled down the window to tell me I had a flat tyre. It was very flat. Pancake flat. To call the NRMA and wait an hour or try to limp home on it? No, I wasn't going to drive it further, that would be dumb. On the off chance I called Keaghan who happened to be out and about. He arrived within 15 minutes, changed the wheel and got me back on the road without drama. When I pulled the spare out, the wheel well had a puddle of water in it. Obviously something is leaking. I'm not sure I have the heart to try to deal with that right now. I might just towel it out and hope for dry weather.
Today I will go and get the tyre fixed. I'll get my annual roadworthy inspection at the same time, making two boring chores into one.

The craft workshop I went to was an interesting little interlude. We were making Christmas Wreaths with upcycled materials. One rather loud participant looked at my completed wreath and said "When you were doing that I thought it was going to be awful but it's actually nice" hahahaha I can translate fake talk for "I hate that" why did she need to make any comment on a strangers craft? especially after grabbing all the matching colours for herself.

I had a nice time and will keep an eye on what other workshops come up. I leave you with my quirky little wreath. Looking at it gives me an odd joy.