a friday night, having a nice quiet time at home, sitting on the tv knitting and watching episodes from series 3 of northern exposure when i found myself literally welling up with tears of joy at the sight of chris in the morning (watched by the majority of the town of cicily, alaska) flinging a scorched upright piano (given to him by maggie from her newly burnt down house) through the air in glorious slow motion using a giant catapult that he had built to use to hurl a cow - until ed had told him that monty python had done it already.
