Yesterday I was mowing a coffee paddock and thinking of nothing in particular when out-of-the-blue I remembered something my mother says when she’s really astonished: “Oh my hat!”
It’s something I haven’t heard said by anybody else, but an online search shows that Urban Dictionary has an entry for it, so I guess it has a wider life out there somewhere.
After all my whingeing about television this morning, tonight I found something to watch, and it was great: Great Expectations, a co-production between the BBC and PBS. It’s lush and dark and brooding. Even better: I’ve never read the Charles Dickens book on which it’s based, so I don’t know what’s going to happen next.
I expect the series won’t last very long, but at least it was something to watch tonight, and now I’m happy.
I’ve spent five minutes searching for a program website, without finding one, but here’s an introduction from PBS (which will screen the show in April, and also offer teacher-resource videos), and apparently you can see tonight’s episode as shown in Australia on iView at the ABC if you can be bothered trying to navigate their stupid website and have a fast connection.