All of a flutter....

I don't know about you, but the older I get, the more I find myself shouting in disgust at the tv/radio/mirror!

Without wanting to spoil things for anyone still to watch it, last night's episode of 'Sanditon' (Jane Austen's unfinished last novel) was very annoying!

I quite startled myself by yelling 'bollocks' over the end credits (although that's quite restrained compared to what I shout whenever Trump or his twin, Boris, are on screen...)

Last night, I also found myself giving loud sartorial advice to Fiona Bruce, Tess Daley and Claudia Winklepicker (as I prefer to call her.)

Do you think I need to get out more, á la this social butterfly?