Ink Stains and Empty Teacups

I fully hold my aunt responsible for the fact that despite the glorious day outside, I have been glued to my laptop ( not revising for the HUGE AND VERY IMPORTANT EXAM on Tuesday) I have been Youtube-ing my tiny heart out because I've suddenyl discovered a serious need for Inspector Lewis and the dishy Sergeant Hathaway.

And whilst I'm on the subject; Oh, Hathaway.

Instead of doing her coursework, which, by the by, is now soooo past being late it isn't even remotely funny, Sweetheart discovered a love of old black-and-white Cary Grant movies, along with a maybe-not-so-healthy-given-as-how-he's-dead-an'-all-and-even-if-he-were-alive-he'd-be-a-hundred-and-four affection for the actor himself.

So, naturally, she has spent the last week cultivating said obsession interest with much much more enthusiasm than she has ever shown her poor, neglected coursework.

Damnation, Cary Grant! A curse upon you and your dimpled chin! Darn you and your captivating voice!