An hour, an extra hour.
The hour stolen from us by some faceless bureaucrats in spring, returned at long last by the same.
What to do with it? Something sensuous and romantic? Something self indulgent and pampering? Or, clear out a cupboard? Clear out a cupboard while watching the new Rebecca?
Yes. That’s the one.
Rebecca, I enjoyed it, it was pretty. However, it’s probably fair to say, it was also a bit underwhelming. Not the level of horror or suspense anticipated, from either the movie or the cupboard tidying.
I bet Mrs Danvers kept a nice cupboard, everything about her screams tidy wardrobe.
Crazy, power hungry, frustrated, stately home burning bitch that she is, I have more in common with her than with Rebecca, wardrobe wise at least, we both like a plain black dress.
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