ugh, so my mom and this friend of hers (who is staying with us for the week) are downstairs in the living room, just like chatting and whatnot. with their wine, they also have a very nice variety of aged cheeses, which taste fucking delicious. the problem is that the conversation at hand is that of the friend’s messy ongoing divorce, which i would really prefer not to be privy to. how the fuck do i get the cheese?
omg it is so bizarre to see David Tenant reading lines from a 2nd gen Moffat script. it’s just terrible. like you can see on the inside that he is cringing with some of the lines.