There were awards handed out in California last night. I knew it was this weekend, but had forgotten about it. Shortly after I awoke this morning, opening Instagram… suddenly… I remembered…
From England, the time difference with Los Angeles is eight hours. So the Academy Awards are presented in the middle of the night here. Most of us
normal people cannot sit up to watch.
Over the weekend, I’d also had other issues closer to home to think about too: vital to my own personal life. Top of the list? My eldest nephew – the once little kid who used to sit on the lounge floor with us and eat pizza as we watched Star Wars films “15 years ago” – on Saturday officially graduated from Oxford University: