I bought the box set of Mad Men too long ago, and had only got to series 2 of 4. So today, as I am off sick from work (I’m blaming Mr D for spreading his lurgies) I confess I have been sat on the sofa with a blanket and my teddy, and have watched many hours worth. There’s a chance I will finish it before Mr D gets home.
The story line isn't as good as the fashions that’s for sure, but it’s still making me feel better, all snuggled up here.
Winter is coming, the burner has been lit, and I’ve broken out the casserole mix’s.