|A Dickensian Autumn
||[Oct. 20th, 2008|10:06 am]
The BBC have released the cast list for their 14 part adaption of Little Dorrit. It's packed with interesting names: Ruth Jones as Flora Finching, Tom Courtenay as William Dorrit, Andy Serkis as Rigaud, Freema Agyeman as Tattycoram; yes, yes, yes, yes! Little Dorrit is my favourite Dickens, the one I love the most. They've fallen lucky, haven't they? When they planned- a year or two back- to film this story of poverty, debt and financial ill-doings, they couldn't have known there'd be a real-life recession to give it context. |
We still haven't put the central heating on. Ailz remarks that you if you don't have the radiators flicking on and off you soon become hardened to the cold; I believe she's right. She bought me these nifty, little, fingerless gloves- as worn by Dickensian eccentrics- to keep my hands warm while I type. I fully expect to see Alun Armstrong's Flyntwynch sporting a pair.
I haven't put on the heating yet, either, but I've brought out the woolly jumpers and the cardies! I generally like it when my flat is nice and cool and much prefer having to put on a jumper to having to strip down to stay cool.
Also, what's the point in owning woolly blankets if you're not going to need to cuddle up under them?
I swear by body-warmers myself.
And I've taken to wrapping myself in a fleece when I'm sitting in front of the TV.
With no little reservation, I finally lit our furnace Saturday afternoon. The weather service had issued a freeze warning for that night, so thought it better to make sure everything was in working order before the hardware store closed.
I'm sure Ailz is correct: the longer you delay turning the heat on, the better. Here, when the temperature inside finally rose to 66°F, it felt quite cozy. A few weeks ago, when the temperature dropped below 70, I thought I should freeze to death.
I have a pair of gloves like that. They're very nice. I don't normally heat the room where the computer sits - too miserly - and by January I always feel like Bob Cratchit, wrapped in three layers of clothing with frost on the window panes.
I'm hoping for a mild winter. We've had a string of them- and I believe another is forecast. Climate change- like most things really- isn't wholly a bad thing.
Around here, when I was growing up, temperatures would drop below 0°F at least once during the winter, sometimes going as low as -10°F. These days, it hasn't been below 5°F for at least a decade.
It's packed with interesting names: Ruth Jones as Flora Finching, Tom Courtenay as William Dorrit, Andy Serkis as Rigaud, Freema Agyeman as Tattycoram; yes, yes, yes, yes
And those are just the names that particularly caught my eye.