Dear Sam,
I seem to be following Ashley all the time; I must appear awfully bitter after her...
Yes, the Queen Mother cantered home safely past her 100th birthday, but I vaguely recall that she either went hooves up just before the 101st or right after nosing the tape. A well-run race all the same, and I know I won't do nearly as well - and #50 is only months away for me with my own accomplishments in life being very few, but then look what I'm doing with my time

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As to your couch potato existence for the next couple of months, on cable the other weekend was shown "The Legend of 1900" by your professed fav Tornatore. If by chance you haven't seen it, prop up those Hawaiian-tanned legs and give it a look... I thought it a marvelous film (must confess I've never seen "Cinema Paradiso"; my secret favorite is "Local Hero" - a wonderful thing but which requires some attention. Come to think of it, it even has a Scottish "hotel" for you, and a gourmet "lapin" dinner as well!) {Did you read the post for you in the Hotels category from the lady who recently stayed in the Parisian hotel used in "Charade"? Now that's a hotel, with a suitably deep bathtub, too.}
Well, enough blather here. Once again I swear I'll retire from posting and leave it for others who better deserve your time (though in this cinematic theme this is increasingly sounding like Dread Pirate Roberts in "Princess Bride" - sorry). Hmm - during that rock-climbing sequence sometime in Arizona, were you maybe thinking Cliffs of Insanity?. As always, it's a joy e-mailing you and getting quick cheery snippets in return, and in a time of Orange Alerts you are a delight on TV.