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We viewed a good movie in our house last night, Miss Potter, which we rented from Netflix. Renee Zellweger is the main character. It was an interesting film about Beatrix Potter, the famous author and illustrator of Children’s books including the classic, The Tale of Peter Rabbit. I wanted to brush my hair up in a bun and sip a hot beverage in a china cup and saucer while watching this one. The Victorian décor, vintage clothing and breathtaking English countryside were enjoyable. This was definitely my cup of tea!

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  1. LOLING! I was picturing you as described -- brushed up hair into a bun while sipping tea! Now who's making who laugh? :) Sounds like a great flick.

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