I confessed to Eleanor soon after I came in tonight. To possible murder.
Okay, it was of a ghost. I've mentioned her before. Gertrude was the owner of our penultimate home back in Rochester; we knew she'd died in the house, and we've long suspected that she just liked us and moved here with us. She asserts her presence to varying degrees at varying times, but for the past few weeks she's been especially fascinated with one cabinet door above the microwave and silverware drawer (which, admittedly, gets a lot of use). It's been popping back open dozens of times a day, and this morning, I said enough, already.
All of our kitchen cabinet doors are governed by simple push-retain mechanisms. An elliptical metallic prong on the door slides into a set of bumpers on the door frame; except when it doesn't. There's a certain amount of adjustment you can do with the bumper mechanism itself, but after years of repeated use (that cabinet contains many of our most popular morning and evening grabs), it was defying variation by non-sonic screwdriver.
Ah, but you see, I've been watching a lot of Sherlock across various platforms. And I heard, mainly, JLM's voice reminding me- this cabinet is opened and shut many times a day, whereas THAT one ::points to rarely-used lower cabinet with identical hardware 10 feet or so to the right:: is only opened perhaps once a month. It therefore has much less wear and tear on it and could be switched out with the haunted one, hmmm?
And so it went. Removing the upper one was easy; extracting the lower one, less so, partly due to old and cranky knees, but also because THAT lower cabinet is right next to the OTHER lower cabinet where Ebony's morning treats are stored. It was close enough for puppy work, far as she was concerned, and when she caught me on my back, pointed upward at the bumper mechanism with a screwdriver, it seemed the perfect time for her to start licking my face in hopes of obtaining more ill-gotten booty.
Or, perhaps, ill-booten Gotti.
I shooed her, and got the two assemblies switched. Each needed a little adjustment on its respective pins, but both doors now close without any (regular) protest from Gertrude. Rarely have I ever felt this Ghostbustery:)
That wasn't my only Sherlock story of the day. This was
the other one:He wears a black coat, has a thick crop of dark hair and an eye for observing details in an attempt to solve crimes in London.
You could be forgiven for thinking that you are watching a version of Benedict Cumberbatch’s Sherlock, but what you are actually witnessing is what comedian Alan Davies describes as a “piss take” of the cult TV detective, in the opening episode of the forthcoming new series of his hit comedy drama Jonathan Creek.
The direction mimics Sherlock's flash camera angles and close-up focus on clues as it presents Ridley, a character played by Kieran Hodgson who is studying criminology.
Ridley longs to meet Creek, a detective he admires. But he mistakenly thinks he is capable of using Sherlock’s techniques and at one point deduces that Creek, played by Davies and his wife Polly (Sarah Alexander) have recently travelled north to Iceland, using the fact that his watch is an hour behind as evidence.
“Shall I tell him it needs a new battery,” says Creek...
Davies said that Creek writer David Renwick is a Holmes fan – but mainly of the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle books.
“Sherlock is great – I’m a fan,” said Davies at the launch of the new three-part series today.
Given that we know Alan, mostly, from his regular permanent guesting role on QI,
I immediately titled his new series as "A Study in Blue (Whale)"
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