A glorious cycle of song

Sorry. Couldn't resist the title, even though it's taking the blessed Dorothy Parker out of context. Enjoyed last night's opera, even though I didn't feel at all well during it, especially the first half. Still, you can't really go wrong with a Britten - particularly all that yearning homoerotica which is basically a major part of his "The Turn of the Screw". Marvellous! And, my goodness, how that young boy (taller now by far than when I saw it last year of course) just has to trust the red-haired man during that bath & winter scene. Though - was it just me expecting it? - or did they not take it quite so far to the edge as they did before?... Still, just goes to show: never trust a red-head. They're a peculiar people.

Am feeling rather better today however - thank the Lord! Though still snorting like an old horse. Lord H has gone shopping for some Tunes or Fisherman's Friends (oo-err, missus) in case I need them this afternoon ...

.... when we're off (again!) to our last Glyndebourne of the season - the St Matthew Passion. Just the thing for a Sunday then - and at least I don't have to worry about the plot. Talking of plot, it does amuse me when - as yesterday - the cast of an opera are singing in English and yet they still put sur-titles up. Don't they trust us to listen? On the other hand, some of the poetry in yesterday's libretto is stunning, so always good to have a glance upwards on occasion. Oh, and today we'll be eating in the Mildmay restaurant - so not quite the hired hands kudos that we had for carrying yesterday's picnic to our spot of choice and setting up for us. And God but he was seriously cute! Glyndebourne must have decided to hire them dark and more-ish and with sexy foreign accents this year. Mmm, lovely. Perhaps next year we'll plan more picnics ...

Oh, and other exciting news - John tells me that he's sent the signed contract for Maloney's Law back to PD Publishing so it looks like we're getting there - slowly but surely! I think I see a light at the end of the tunnel, Carruthers! Let's hope it's not an oncoming train.

This week's haiku:

August

is for poetry.
I can't possibly do plot
until the autumn.


Hell, that's my excuse anyway.

Today's nice things:

1. Glyndebourne
2. Feeling a little more normal (though still v. tired)
3. No work tomorrow - hurrah for bank holidays!

Anne Brooke
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