am resurfacing briefly before disappearing on my travels. It occurs to me that I am Emma put in Anne Elliot’s shoes; a grand, selfish person set in a life full of small gratifications and moderation. It is the sort of life that could make one very happy.
The irony is of course that I detest Emma, character and book, while Persuasion is one of my favourite Austen books.
Anyhoo, enough with the Austen, somebody bring me a cartload of House (yes, thank you, I did miss the season premiere, I was working) and Father Ted. Pills, cynicism and tea have stood me in better stead than romance these last few months.