Well I’d nearly had enough of the festive tv fare. If I see another bloody charity advert imploring me to dig deep IMMEDIATELY! for homeless children in Syria or Ebola victims in West Africa or starving people in the Sudan or tortured bear cubs in Turkey or homeless dogs in the home counties, I think I’ll scream. I know it’s a well-trodden path to hit on people’s emotions when they’re feeling festively jolly and presumably in a generously-spirited mood. But boy can you get mean-spirted quickly, even with such deserving causes, when your senses are assaulted by all that misery. Sorry if I sound all curmudgeonly but I never respond to these ads anyway and they just antagonise me to the causes, which is counter-productive isn’t it?
Anyway my drooping spirits were lifted by the showing this afternoon of the film, ET. Oh we’ve seen it lots of times of course and in places it’s looking a touch dated now. But it’s an uplifting tale and it’s significant to us because it was the first film we took our youngest daughter S to when she was nearly 4. It had a profound and lasting effect on her and 30 years later, we believe, led to her naming her son, our youngest lovely grandson Elliott, after the character of the young boy who befriends the extra terrestrial ET. Ahh. So we watched it and smiled happily throughout. And I’m feeling good now.