Wednesday evening.
Wife and I have spent the evening watching Dead Poets Society; a film both of us enjoy a great deal.
As we begin to retire to the bedroom, MiL is also entering the corridor.
Wife calls out a good night, whilst I, buoyed by the film offer a hearty
"Oh Captain, My Captain."
MiL looks at me blankly.
"What do you mean, what's happening? I'm going to bed what do you think is happening?"
available with subtitles
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