As part of my prep for the next blast of writing, I am rewatching every hopelessly romantic film I can, so I got Jeff to watch the 1991 Disney Beauty and the Beast with me last night. Honestly, I must have cried for half an hour, I was so filled with nostalgia, plus of course that wonderful transformation scene. I also found it strange that I knew every note of the soundtrack even after all these years.
We’re slowing up on Downton Abbey because of course we blasted through it. I do love the show.
Now to see if Jeff is ready to watch Game of Thrones….
