Jack and I are watching an episode (or two) of Rosemary and Thyme every night. We have made our way through Father Brown first, and then Murder She Wrote, and then Magnum PI, followed by the remake of Lost in Space, Unforgotten, and now our latest is Rosemary and Thyme.
First of all, it’s important you know that Jack talks ALL THE WAY THROUGH every episode, and it makes me CRAZY. I cannot process two people talking at once at ALL, and I have to rewind our shows CONSTANTLY because he Will. Not. Shut. Up. For example, right now we are trying to watch Season 1, Episode 5 of Rosemary and Thyme but he will not stop talking about light sabers, and memes about light sabers, and how we could make a joke if I held a light saber and said “Jack, I am your Mother” in a British accent.
He also makes me scratch his back every night, which is fair enough since I make the Prof scratch mine. We often eat popcorn, and I often work, although sometimes I do not. Sometimes I play phone games, or sew, or find something else to do with my hands.
We often talk about what we see. It’s a great opportunity to talk casually about adult things, so he learns about them from me. These shows occasionally contain distant references to prostitution, or abortion, or unwed mothers, affairs or rape or things like this, but all in a pretty PG, cozy kind of way (sounds odd to say, but hopefully you get what I mean – these are whodunit mysteries and they are glancing references, not too graphic or distressing, but enough to touch on the subject and talk casually about it). It’s invaluable time, and I know it won’t last. I’ve tried to set up something similar with Liam, but so far he is not interested, so we shall have to find a different means of connection with that one.