Last Tango at Halifax

Let me just say that I have found a new love.  I don’t readily fall in love with a t.v. show, but in this rare case, I have fallen hard. I came upon a blog singing the praises of “Last Tango at Halifax” on the BBC, and low and behold, the PBS site has all 6 episodes for the next 8 days. Since I only allow myself to really watch one “guilty pleasure” show while I am on the elliptical, it was my lucky day that I stumbled upon this show today…with time to watch the other 5 episodes before having to buy the DVD!

In a nutshell, it’s the classic “boy meets girl” scenario, except in this case, the boy and girl met in their teens, and they are now in their late 60s/early 70s. Each has had a full life, married and had children, and each has also had their spouse die. Enter Facebook as the matchmaker, and they rediscover each other, meet face-to-face, and the adventures start from the time they reconnect in a coffee shop. Car chases, heart problems, family problems galore…yes, this is my kind of show. Add the fabulous accents, the wonderful acting and the breathtaking scenery and it ranks right up there with another one of my faves…”The Walking Dead.”  (I know…don’t judge. The two don’t go together at all. They’re at opposite ends of the spectrum, and maybe this is what attracts me to each of them. From reality to so-far-out-of-the-realm-of-reality…yup, two things that everyone needs a little more of in their lives!)

The countdown to watching free episodes is on. I think my friend, the Ellipy, is going to get a workout in the next couple days!

About

I’ve always thought of myself as royalty. Who hasn’t?!? As a young girl, I told my little sister that since I didn’t have the same kink in my ear that everyone else in the family had, I was certainly a princess who had been misplaced at the hospital so I ended up in my Midwestern family. She never bought it.

Now that I am chronologically a grown-up and am married with two sons and two dogs, I still have that sense of misplaced royalty and have adopted the moniker of Queenmom. What mother of boys isn’t a queen in her household, anyway? I am Queenmom in all email correspondence and it’s a name that not many ever forget.

In this blog, I will rant; I will rave; I will hopefully strike a chord with you so you will become a follower and a friend.

To all other mothers of boys out there…let’s unite! I need some girl talk more than words can say! To all women in general, hey, it’s great to meet you! Don’t let my name put you off; there is room on my “throne” for everyone! To all men, it’s also nice to meet you. I speak your language (food, technology, sports, and bodily functions) and you might just find that the “Queenmom” in your household is a lot like me.

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