Big one!

I'm currently watching (and by watching, I mean reading blogs, updating my blogroll, and blogging while glancing occasionally at) the worst film version of Jane Eyre ever. The 1934 version. Did they even read the book? It feels like someone read the book, described the plot to the scriptwriter, and they ran with it. Bertha Mason? Apart from the screaming and pyro tendancies, she's pretty normal. Jane finds out about Bertha and she looks at Rochester petulently. "Why didn't you tell me?" Her face is pretty blank throughout the whole movie. And oh, what a long way editing has come since 1934...Um, and are those British accents they're trying for? It's not really clear.

More berry picking this morning, blackberries this time. Q was excessively fond of them but couldn't get many herself due to the brambles. Which led to me picking and her saying, "Blackberry! Big one!" at regular intervals.

Apparently she dressed herself this morning in 3 pairs of shorts - two of the pairs were only on one leg apiece, and the third pair was on both legs. She showed up at the berry patch with a pair of shorts on under pants.