Blue Monday (not really)

Mutterings continued.

The owners and managing agents of the unit my parents rent are starting to make things difficult for them. Mum's 81 and has lung and heart problems and Dad isn't much better, and the last thing they need is for an estate agent and the owners of the place they've called home for four years to walk in, examine every room, nook and cranny, while getting into little huddles and whispering and then leave without saying a word. The place is getting beyond them, they realise this, but the owners and the agent refused to say anything to them when they were asked directly if there was a problem. The answer from the agent was, "I'll send you a letter."

It's terribly worrying for them and of course I'm worrying about them being worried. Or at least I was. They've found somewhere else already that's cheaper, better, and where they'll be looked after - all meals, emergency alarms, caretakers on site.

Great night last night - Leece, Rob, lovely food, the penultimate Prisoner and MST3K! The Mstie was Space Mutiny, a very, very,very sub-Battlestar Galactica. Lousy plot, no continuity and second hand uniforms for the crew (the Lorne Greene lookalike captain wore shiny muu-muus and most of the female crew wore very little at all). "Ah, wall mounted keyboards! This must be the future." And this is the plot, such as it is, taken from IMDB. "A starship that looks a lot like, but has nothing to do with, the Battlestar Galactica, finds itself embroiled in crisis when the Enforcers (the ship's security crew) attempt to take over the vessel. This they do by Saran-wrapping their enemies and chasing each other around on floor polishers. Fortunately, the crew are aided by a coven of priestesses endowed with mental powers, who distract the Enforcers by dancing suggestively."