Wednesday, 21 August 2019

What happened to warm and cuddly?

I may have started using that pair of rose-tinted specs again but I'm sure that films in the cinema and programmes on the TV used to be warm and cuddly. These days they all feel harsh and sadistic. I accept that a storyline needs its peaks and troughs. We have to travel through adversity with our hero before the satisfying conclusion, before our hero achieves, possibly also learns, and it makes us feel - well - warm and cuddly. I don't want to share my relaxation time with sadists, so I shun the cinema and avoid TV programmes - except for Mastermind and University Challenge, of course.

That said, last week I watched more films than I had all year. We shared a holiday cottage with Son and family. The cottage boasted an impressive selection of DVDs and every morning I had a date with 9-year-old Grandson at 7.15 to share a breakfast-time film of his choice. He had seen them all before but they were new to me and he was especially delighted when the ending of Paddington 2 reduced me to tears. "You've really connected with this film, haven't you, Grandma."

I've said that I only do warm and cuddly and Paddington is warm and cuddly but one scene from that film will forever live in my head and hurt like billy-oh. Without going into too much detail, Paddington thinks the Browns have forgotten him. He falls into the river. Mrs Brown dives in to rescue him but he's trapped. For several moments they float motionless, looking at each other with real love in their eyes (How do film animators do that!?!) and then comes the rescue, etc., etc.

Why am I recounting this section of film? Bear with me (sorry, couldn't resist the pun!) and it will all become clear. Last Friday was departure day from our cottage. We packed bags, loaded cars, checked the cottage, locked up and shared hugs, kisses and 'goodbyes' before they headed North and we headed South. We got into our respective cars. My car window was level with their back window where Grandson was sitting. He wound his window down. I wound my window down. We silently stared at each other. Then his window closed and they drove away. It took a while before I could drive off. Like I said, it hurt like billy-oh.

But I'm coping. I have a Mastermind and a University Challenge to watch on the TV tonight and I just know that they will distract my thoughts from anything remotely non-warm-and-cuddly.

Posts have been few and far between recently because I've been kept rather busy working on the displays and texts for a new Visitors' Centre at Leicester's Orthodox Synagogue but more about that next time.


  1. Sweet post and a nice connection with the grandson and a bit of a comment on the world today - not nice and cuddly based on news. But, I think we have to keep perspective - so many, many folks are having nice times together and warm moments like you and your family.

    Enjoy the rest of your summer.

  2. Delightful Ros ... it sounds a very happy trip ... I remember watching so many films (usually Mulan!) with my goddaughter's brother ... he'd rush down - I hardly had time to get coffee organised before I had to put the film on and spend the early morning with him .. happy days!

    Sounds like you are being busy ... and let us know how things are going ... I still want to get to Leicester sometime ... sometime! Cheers and all the best - Hilary

  3. I’m late here too, Ros, due to a busy summer with boats and things. This was a delightful post. I don’t have a TV at all, and rarely watch films, but Paddington would be up my alley too. A very touching post and I know what you mean ‘how do they do that’ with emotional expressions. Lovely!

  4. I always cry at children's films. Have you watched toy story? I cried at them all.


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