Torchwood Series 2 Episode 11

After last Wednesday’s awful Torchwood episode, tonight’s episode was far far better, probably I think one of the best this series and it was written by Chris Chibnall and I can’t normal stand his episodes. Tonight’s episode, Adrift was everything the previous episode From Out of the Rain wasn’t, showing great team dynamics, it showed the relationship between Gwen and Jack and Gwen and Rhys superbly, when Rhys tells Gwen “Sometimes, I really hate you” you’re up there with Rhys, hating her too, even though you know she’s got a lot on her plate.

Anyway sorry I’m getting ahead of myself, Adrift tells the story of a missing boy that Gwen is cajoled into investigating despite Jack’s insistence that she drops it. Great script, beautifully shot (specially the scene in the lighthouse I thought) and lovely orchestration (and I don’t normally notice things like that), ok I’ll stop gushing now, but one final point, I’d been reading comments on other blogs about Jack and Ianto’s relationship not being as physical as the other relationships on Torchwood, well lets say that’s been corrected this episode.

Dawdle Mode

This is going to be one very boring Easter, for the last who knows how many years we’ve always spent Easter at my dads but with Easter not actually falling in the Easter holidays this year, no way would we go from London to North Wales then back again in one long weekend, not with two small kids in tow anyway. So we’re at home, broke and the weather is absolutely miserable.

The family highlight of today was me going to Waitrose for some bread, yes really. Girl Lacer wanted to go with me, even though the weather was blowing a gale, Boy Lacer was undecided when given the option of staying in with daddy or going out with mummy, whinging “I don’t know!”. Eventually the lure of an afternoon playing computer games with daddy kept Boy Lacer in and me and Girl Lacer went out, with the promise that we’d look in the toyshop as well.

After having a go at Girl Lacer yesterday about running off after nursery, Girl Lacer was of course the opposite today, going very very slowly, not too bad on the way there, a little tiresome around town as it was very crowded and very bad on the way home as I was lugging my shopping over my shoulder which was causing more pain in my injured arm and facing us was the biggest, blackest rain cloud I’d seen for a while and it was heading right for us. It hit us just as we were turning into our road, but we got soaked and frozen to the bone (it was more like sleet / hail) just on that final road. There were some cracks of thunder which prompted me to explain to Girl Lacer why trees were dangerous in thunder storms, this slowed her down even more, not fear, just stopping to look at all the things that could fall down!

Yes, I was the stupid runner in shorts and tshirt this morning

Sitting here still shivering, I went out for a 40 minute run this morning, my aim being to run up a very large hill, run along it’s plateau a bit and then run down. I knew it was cold out there but remembering that last time I’d gone out for a run in a jumper I’d got a little too hot and sweaty, today I went without, the run was to be a straight forward run there and back, so I thought I’d keep warm enough. The run up the hill and along the plateau went fine, the run down though I started to get problems, my arm, which I’d injured in an non-running related incident involving a train last weekend was starting to hurt (I think the run down was jarring it) so I had to stop at 30 minutes, only half way down the hill, meaning I had a good 15 minutes walk back, I got some weird looks from all the wrapped up dog walkers I can tell you. The previous run I was bright pink from over exertion, this run I was bright pink from frost bite. Still even though the run was 10 minutes shorter than planned I still managed to beat my distance record for this year, 3.8km, previous best was last week when I ran 3.7km in 35 minutes and last weeks run was mainly on the flat.