I have nothing much to say just yet. But the week has passed, and that means that he’s back.
I feel like a little girl around Christmas time, overly exited and not grown-up at all. I don’t care what the critics say, I know there will be scenes where I will be glued to the screen indulging every word he says in that voiciliciously Scottish accent.
The question is:
Arrrrrrrre you prepared for what’s next?
Now that’s a wallpaper we dig. And there are 9 hours and 25 minutes left before I am off for a wild sailing trip on oceans far beyond imagination.