Watched Timewatch on BBC2 last night. I'm glad that I can now enjoy night-time TV programmes again, even though I watch only about a fifth of what I used to watch at night. I can't live without history and science programmes on BBC2 and Channel4. Still can't bare to watch Match of the Day, though. Maybe I'll watch a part of it when Chelsea loses.
Well, last night's Timewatch about Genghis Khan was enjoyable. I remembered my childhood that I had firmly believed that I belonged to Mongolia and I would live in the country one day. Strangely, I believed such things for no reasons. Stupid child, being ended up in Northern Ireland instead! But still have a plenty of time left to go there. (But have no plenty of money to go there.)
I must be the only one in the whole wide world who shed tears when watching Genghis Khan's wife being left alone to be captured by the enemy. To be precise, I cried when the narrator said that she was left to be retrieved later on. Jealous of her for having a hope of being retrieved by her husband. I must train my tear ducts well.
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