I've just yawned so hugely that I think I may have dislocated my jaw. I'll be looking like that bloke on telly if I'm not careful. The one with the lop-sided face. No good asking me his name. I've just recently come to realise that people like me, who hardly ever watch telly, are at a social disadvantage. I went to a drama workshop last weekened - I'm still recovering from the effects of contorting characterising various inanimate objects - and the conversations at tea break had me up the creek without a paddle.
"Oh, I couldn't believe it when granddad was poisoned' , said someone. I opened my mouth to utter sympathy and condolences. Then they started talking about the Tardis - and even I know that Doctor Who isn't real. Then there was a long discussion about a programme that sounded like 'Who's got a talent?". I learned a number of fascinating facts about Simon Cowell, but me and the bloke next to me had to be restrained from shouting "Who cares!"
But, despite the fact that I am busier than I have been in several blue moons, I 'wasted' forty minutes today by finding out just exactly what had happened to granddad, courtesy of computer.
And now I can't wait until next Saturday.
*jumps up and down with excitement*
