I’m watching MI-5. Twenty minutes left. Things are not going well, but then they never are.
This time things won’t end well either. At the top of the hour, a helpful announcer volunteered the information that one agent will not get out alive.
I think I know who it is. In fact, I know I know. Several months ago I did a little research on Wikipedia. I wanted only to find the correct spelling of Harry’s surname, but I found a complete synopsis, from the first episode to the latest.
So I know.
Normally I don’t like to have advance notice. I never begin a book with the last page. I prefer to be surprised.
But tonight I’m glad for the warning. When I know what’s coming, I can prepare.
My stack of crying towels is at hand.
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And I’m going to need them.
Kathy Waller 
A crying towel sounds just the ticket.
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Just when I develop an attachment to a character, the writers kill him off. It makes for good drama, but enough is enough. If they need casualties, they could substitute some of the disgusting CIA blondes. [Just talking about fiction, Big Brother.]
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I hate it when the previews give away things in a show. And they do it so regularly these days. As for books, if someone gives away the ending before I get there, aaaccchhh! I always hope they’ll fall naked into a bed of poison ivy and that they’re very allergic to it. But then I have friends who read the last page of a book before the first. To each his own.
Keep the daily blogs coming
Pat Bean http://patbean.wordpress.com
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Falling naked into a bed of poison ivy–that is surely making the punishment fit the crime. When it comes to stories, I’m linear. I like suspense.
I’ll do my best with my ramblings. You keep yours coming, too.
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