Watching...

Things are going from bad to worse here because now not only am I knitting in the day...well, I can hardly bring myself to tell you but... oh God, how can I say it...though you might not be surprised because I hinted at it yesterday...
I'm watching DVDs as well.
There it's out now.
I have had absolutely no time to watch anything for years now, in fact watching had all sadly become quite a low priority in amongst work and reading, dovegreyreader writing and washing the kitchen floor. But that doesn't mean I haven't been vigilant, and consequently I have a gathered in a backlog of DVDs various, bought as and when Amazon have had them on special offer at rock-bottom prices.
Elizabeth Gaskell's Wives and Daughters, North and South, George Eliot's Middlemarch, a glut of Jane Austen's in all manner of castings and productions,Cinema Paradiso because I adore the music, the three hour predominantly silent DVD Into Great Silence, the monastic life at Grande Chartreuse recommended by Curzon and Susan Hill.
Then there's a whole heap of Trollopes and that's where I've made a very promising start.
I missed most of the 26 episodes of The Pallisers back in the 1970s when I suspect shift work wasn't conducive to following a TV series, but I did buy this box set about three years ago during an intense Trollope reading phase and now finally I'm settling to it but with a worrying degree of addiction.
I glance at the clock and wonder if anyone will notice if I sneak in a quick episode at 11am, then perhaps another at about 3ish, then there's time for at least two legitimately in the evening.
Once I'm through with these I have Barchester Chronicles, He Knew He Was Right and The Way We Live Now lined up meanwhile The Tinker (father of dgr) has taken those off for some pre-Christmas viewing and a verdict.
But The Pallisers is marvellous, 1970s studio sets where we pretend we're in the Alps, lots of pseudo carriage drives, and lovely fights with a lot of 'take that you blaggard', which all serve to emphasise how authentic productions are today. Lady Glencora would really be driving those horses if this was filmed now. But the costumes are exquisite, Susan Hampshire is splendid as Glencora Palliser, and dear old Plantagenet, Philip Latham is mellowing slowly and all against the shadowy backdrop of Parliamentary and electoral shenanigans.
Yes, I've been well and truly Trolloped.