I bought my mother in law “Julie & Julia” on DVD for Christmas.
Part of me is giving it to her because I think she’ll like it.
And another, altogether more sinister part of me is giving it to her because I know, in my heart, in my bones, in my spleen, that once she’s watched it, she will deliver this sublimely awkward proclamation:
“The girl in the movie, Julie, she had something called a blog. You used to try writing, maybe you should get one of those.
Ask Owen to help you set it up.”