And have adored spending days spending quality time with my cold, a sofa, and Season Two of Alias.
It's just fabulous, and has whizzed past in a blur of...
exploding blondes.... evil dyke impersonators... Special Agent Vaughan's tattooo... Sydney's mom... bad dresses... impossibly convoluted plots.... two Ethan Hawkes....
I'm getting very near the end, and will miss it.
Have given up trying to explain it to my flatmate after I ran in gabbling "he was being haunted by the ghost of his ex-wife who was dying of Cancer and who he killed but she isn't actually dead, you see...
.... she cut off her finger and was in it with him in the plot to blackmail his own company and waited on a beach while he hired Faye Dunaway to expose him and bought a safe house in Tuscany with a secret passage...
... but that didn't work out cos although it had a pool and a kitchen she didn't realise that he also owned a plane which had Sydney's mom on it who was implanted with a passive tracking device after her ex-husband who she was married to because he was in the CIA removed the active one because he decided he could maybe trust her again only for her to betray him and the CIA were outside the house and....
Lovely flatmate started to sing to herself and left the room.
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