Tags: poirot

cass, can you not

I can't even

I continue going through the Poirot tv series. The Poirot-Hastings-Japp dynamic is a joy to watch; most of the time it's a low key, deeply amiable version of the Holmes-Watson-Lestrade archetype, and some days that's precisely what I want.

Right now I'm watching a bit of The A.B.C. Murders where Hastings is washing up the tea service the victim's relatives have just used during their interview at Whitehaven Mansions, while Poirot stands next to him wearing the tidiest white apron you've ever seen, drying things up as Hastings passes them over, but passing them back if he seems something wrong with them.

You can tell they are already used to this by the way this is done automatically while they discuss the murders, and how Hastings doesn't complain or even makes a face as Poirot returns the same saucer for the third time (and Hastings spends about 17% of his time making faces at Poirot), he just takes him back and re-washes it without even looking at it.

If that's not domesticity, I don't know what is.