Today is Glyndebourne day and we're off to see Love and Other Demons. This is filling me with terror as I hated the book so much and - Lordy - but it's a newly commissioned opera. Will there be tunes? Will I have to run screaming from the auditorium in the knowledge that I am not intellectual enough or musical enough to understand it?? All these questions - and more - will, I fear, be answered by the close of play today. The plot thickens, Carruthers ...
So this morning, Lord H and I have been playing hunt the picnic in Godalming, courtesy of Mr Waitrose. Gawd bless 'im. We thought it was about time we actually chose the DIY picnic option as it's our last chance to do so (we always eat in the Mildmay for our last opera of the season - Gordon Bennett, but I must have taken extra Posh Pills today. Sorry. Even my hair is behaving itself ...). Anyway we've gone with the salmon goo starter, the turkey pie main and the chocolate orgasm dessert. With cream. Um, that's not the actual name of the pudding chosen, but it really could be. There's a whole untouched marketing ploy just waiting to be discovered there.
And I'm delighted to see that the lovely Caro has kindly mentioned Maloney's Law on her blog here - thank you so much, Caro - I'm a sucker for any of my stuff being called "brilliant" - hell, aren't we all! But, seriously, many thanks - much appreciated.
Anyway, apart from that, not much has happened here in the Surrey outback - though I was interested to see that during Lord H's and my absence in the Eastern counties, Russia has been throwing its toys out of the pram. Honestly, the things countries will get up to when our backs are turned ... Still, we're here now and on the case, so we're hopeful that a tentative world peace will be re-established any day now, sigh ...
Meanwhile, and keeping my priorities in the right order, I'm blogging early as I have to spend at least two hours attempting to look respectful for opera folk and working out what I can actually fit into, post-holiday (I'm sure the thighs I've returned with are someone else's, not my own ...). I fear it's the Bridget Jones All-Is-Safely-Gathered-In pants today, folks - and no photos!
Today's nice things:
1. Opera - possibly
2. Nice comments about Maloney - definitely
3. Chocolate orgasms - absolutely.