
I finished work at 6-ish, and decided to order takeout before leaving so that it would arrive shortly after I did. And then, for the first time in forever, the bus stop near my work was blocked off by two ambulances and a police van. I didn't get close enough to find out what was going on.
Normally I'd have walked home, as it's only half an hour, but with food on the way and a sick Julie collapsed on the sofa I caught a taxi instead. She had her latest meeting with her supervisor today, which usually means four days of ultra-stress beforehand, and then total bodily collapse, as whatever disease she's been holding off through sheer willpower pounces on her drained form.
So we sat on the couch, ate chinese food, and watched the Jimminy Cricket episode of Once Upon A Time, which I am still enjoying the craftsmanship of, as it slowly pulls together the story, introducing characters bit by bit, filling in the details that the writers have clearly worked out. There was a nice moment when it turns out a guess I made about the content of Mr Gold's shop turned out to be horrifyingly accurate, and I was delighted when it turns out that Jimminy's dalmatian is called Pongo. Because I'm a sucker for things like that. Also, Robery Carlyle continues to steal every scene he's in.
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