We've had the crud here at Chez Smiles. It has NOT been fun. Much coughing, aching, feverish laying about has occurred, but we are beginning to show signs of life.
A couple of weeks ago, my brother Saturn sent me an email saying that one my grandfather's films was going to be on one of the Classic Movie networks, so I set my DVR to record and forgot about it.
Last night, with nothing on television and a mind that needed some kind of stimulation that didn't involve much effort, I was scrolling through my playlist and found "Beau Brummell".
I was rather surprised this morning to discover that it was a 1954 film as it had a much more 1939-1940 feel to it. Peter Ustinov looked so young (and so like my father!), and I believe that was the first time I saw Grandpa without silver hair.
Darling Man and I were watching this together when I began feeling like I was being watched. I turned my head and found DM studying my face intently.
Illness makes me so polite. I frowned at him. "Whaaaaatttt?"
"You have your grandpa's nose!"
Yes. I'm afraid I do. It looks marvelous on him, but a bit overwhelming on me. Good thing DM is a "nose" guy!