The joys of a shiny new fandom...
I was doing laundry this morning. People in the apartment building leave books in our laundry room for others to pick up and read. Today, there was a book I was delighted to see: billed as a new James Bond novel, Carte Blanche by Jeffery Deaver - in French, translated by Perrine Chambon and Arnaud Baignot. I was delighted. A chance to indulge in more Bondishness, while practicing my French in virtuous fashion.
Warched more bits of Skyfall while sorting laundry.
Bond's hair was too short in the beginning of the movie. I'm glad he let it grow.