I had a nice afternoon with
lunacy_gal, watching
The King's Speech. It's the third time I've seen it, and I thought maybe this time I'd be immune, but no, I cried off and on through most of it - what is it about that movie that strikes close to my tear ducts? It isn't that it's sentimental, goodness knows, it isn't. It's the style of heroism.
The we watched the first episode of
Harry's Law, which had looked interesting. And was. I enjoyed it despite the humour - it gets perilously close to comedy from time to time - and despite scenes where it was way over the top. Silly, in fact. It was also unusually well written, for the most part.
While watching all this, I was knitting - working on the hat/scarf thing I'm making with the alpaca yarn
commodorified gave me for Christmas. I'm sort of getting the hang of it but the pattern is... well, it's supposed to be regular, and I really have to describe it as ... free form. I could tear out a few (dozen?) rows and make it more regular, but I think I'll just continue and see what happens.