We're on our way.

I've not got an item actually completed yet, but I haven't let myself down by missing out any ongoing ones yet either.

I've taken a photo every day, either with the real camera or my phone. They haven't all turned out great, but that's not really the point. I'm meant to be trying stuff out, so they can't all be successes.

I'm planning my next trip down south to see family very soon, so hopefully I can incorporate a visit to my auntie in that. I normally struggle to fit everything in that I want to when I visit home, but that is because I have to go and visit my parents and spend seemingly endless hours there drinking tea in the kitchen and watching the telly. I intend to put my time to better use for my next visit.  I think that I put too much effort in to please mum and dad, but it wouldn't hurt them to get out of the house and come to me for a change!

I've watched two films this week: Get Him To The Greek was great. Stroke the furry wall was a particular highlight for me.  Today I watched Paul. A very predictable film. I'm about to post a spoiler now, so if you've not seen it and don't want to know, just ignore the rest of this entry.

It was obvious that Zoil was going to be Paul's man on the outside, just as it was obvious Paul was going to save Graeme in the end (it was perfectly set up from the beginning), but it wasn't any less enjoyable for that. I loved Blythe Danner's "Get away from her, you bitch!" line. I'd give it a 6/10

I'm not planning to roll over these things. Watching two films this week doesn't mean that I don't have to watch one next week.  That seems a bit like cheating, especially when I've got a Sky+ box half full from Christmas. It should be more challenging once the Christmas TV season is officially over (which it seems to be for normal programming, but someone's forgotten to let Sky Movies know).  A film a week might seem like a breeze to some, but trying to squeeze in a couple of hours straight watching the television with two children to look after, plus letting them have their turn with the television, along with a husband who is a bit of a telly addict that also got Goldeneye for Christmas, let's just say, it's hard work trying to get a shot!  52 films in a year seems like a marathon right now.

I think now I might have a read through a Nigella or Jamie Oliver book and plan what my "new" recipe for the month is. Please, God, let it be a cake...