I've just been with a friend to see "The Life of Pi". Other friends had assured me that it was "lovely" and "uplifting" and, despite having read the book when it first came out, I foolishly believed them. Aaaaaaiiiiiii! If that was a lovely film then I'm a pumpkin. Which I'm not. To make matters worse it was in 3D, so the animals and waves and all that were coming out of the screen towards us. I had to keep taking off the 3D specs and shutting my eyes. It was very good, if you like that sort of thing: being traumatised. Which I don't. But it was technically stunning and very well acted, as far as I could tell from between my fingers. We had to go and drink lots of coffee afterwards to calm our nerves, which actually might not have been the best solution to the problem.
Anyway, here are some nice unmoving pictures of alstroemerias in our house, as an antidote to shipwreck, death, storm etc.
It snowed last night, which I also don't approve of. Here was the view from the front door.
Luckily it's melted a bit now.
Son and his wife made a snow cat in their garden. I prefer snow cats to free range tigers, personally. But then I'm rather easily alarmed.