I just returned from watching the latest Bond movie. I have been looking forward to it since the closing scenes of Casino Royale (surely the best Bond ever.) Daniel Craig has to be the most magnetic bloke on the planet, so I was steeling myself to become a transfixed bunny in the headlights of an oncoming truck.
Well, the most delicious scene in the entire film was a fleeting nano second. I found myself coveting………..M’s bath. I leaned over to my better half; “I want that bath, I want those towels, I want that room with that bath. I want that pure silk dressing gown………”
I think I must have been really ill, to be coveting an old lady’s bathroom.
Dear Barbara Brocolli, Next time, no shots of M’s bath. It is more than my exhausted mind and body can handle.
Yours, requiring a different kind of solace.
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