Last Couple of Days

Which have been uneventful except for yesterday, Sunday afternoon, when Bruce and Rosalyn invited me to the American opera 'Susannah' which was performed in one of the theatres on the OBU campus.   It was lovely, and interesting too for its insight into 1950s America.

I was going to paraphrase the synopsis but it was a bit too long, suffice to say it was beautifully performed and sung and I enjoyed it very much.

Oh dear, domestic abuse at the Palace.  Who knew.   According to them Prince Phillip got a bit shirty with Camilla and she threw her gin over him, whereupon he fell back knocking himself on a piece of furniture.  The ear apparently was injured at Sandringham over Christmas, but the fall opened up the wound and blood poured everywhere..   As you can tell I actually took the trouble to read this rubbish.   My theory is that the Queen finally lost it with the old goat (which is what Camilla is alleged to have called him) and she hit him with her handbag.   That's as plausible as their explanation.

 

And elsewhere in the news....

I am sure you have seen this all over your news broadcasts..

Eat your heart out Agatha Christie.

 

 

I've 'sort of' acquired another cat.  It's not a stray, and it is not coming inside.  It belongs to the family in the house opposite, and heaven knows what it's name is.   I thought that privately that is what I will call it -  'Heaven Knows', or maybe HK for short.

Looks quite at home doesn't it.  Bubbles, needless to say, is NOT PLEASED.  She came out on the porch, gave it a long hard glare, stalked back inside with her tail in the air and hasn't spoken to me since.   But she's going to have to suck it up.

 

I expect you have seen this picture as I believe it was taken in Essex.   But it has gone viral, as they say.  I think it is lovely.