Oct 06, 2010 03:35
So, Jo went to the doctor a week ago Monday. They ran a hormone test. (Women have hormones? Who knew?) We're still waiting.
Tonight we watched a programme ("King and Empire") about Vimy Ridge. It wasn't bad, although the narrator got a little whiney at times. He was all OMG! Fewer than 100 people a year visit such-and-such war cemetery! As if there aren't literally a thousand others like it within say an hour's drive. And I'm not being a curmudgeon here; my Dad and I took a six-hour cab ride to pay our respects at El Alamein, but there are 23,000 war cemeteries, and that's just the Commonwealth ones. When I go to Vimy, even I probably won't be able to hunt every last one down.
That said, the show was informative and interesting. It got even more, yeah, interesting is a good word, when Whiney Host tried to pronounce one of the towns by the ridge. Givenchy. As in the fashion house. Although no direct connection.
The guy was pronouncing it to rhyme with da Vinci. And with a hard 'G'. GaVinci. Yours truly may not know the first thing about how to dress himself stylishly, but come on! I flinched involuntarily every time he said it, and Jo laughed at me.