I have just watched a nasty little film; Black Death starring Sean Bean. It is set in England in 1348, and I was hoping for a plague drama with an emphasis on pestilence. Instead, despite a promising first twenty minutes, what we got was vaguely supernatural hokum with definite goodies and baddies, and a large dollop of cruelty thrown in. Still, it passed the time and the crab apple wine slipped down nicely. To the extent that my cheeks are currently numb.
It has been a rare lazy Saturday where I haven't really done anything. I am getting through this month's Book Group book - The Accidental by Ali Smith. It is the second time I have read it, and it is excellent. The teenage boy's voice is particularly convincing - a brilliant portrayal of the depths of self-hatred and despair.