Thingamajg Tuesdays: All Creatures Great and Small
My parents don't have regular television, that is to say, they don't have cable. They don't even have public channels on the main TV in the room where my father's butt has made a dent in the couch from years of plopping down and tuning in. These days he's tuning in to the many free DVD's from the local library, particularly anything English.
He, not realizing that I have two small chiclren to attend to on a nightly AND daily basis, is always trying to get me to stay up and watch hours of old English films with him.
Me thinks I doth protest too much
. Because I finally gave in two nights ago. And now I'm hooked too.
GAH!
He was finally able to entice me with a series based on books that I had read as a youth. The name of this series is
. I asolutely adored these books when I was young, but it was a hard sell to convince me to watch them now. The film is grainy, the lighting is poor; I had a dozes reasons NOT to watch any of them, but I let him talk me into one.
JUST ONE EPISODE,
I said. And then, despite, the film and the lighting and the difficulty understanding what those blokes across the pond were saying, I fell in love with them just as I had the books.
The series follows James Herriot, a country vet in England, as he begins his practice under the eccentric Siegfreid Farnon. This was an era before gloves, and it is certainly a sight to see Herriot elbow deep in a cow
one minute and then sipping tea from fine english china the next, all
cheerio
and
too right, chap.
If you like animals and think more women should wear dresses and more men should wear three piece suits and pocket watches, then these books or films are for you.