The Symphony No. 3 seemed the only appropriate riposte to another saturated day as I drove home. The ambiguities distracted, the organ theme consoled, and, with a defiant twiddle of the volume control, the growling, towering finale obliterated everything except itself.
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(click for the gallery) I owe some of these photos to my companion who has a better camera than mine. (And is a better photographer.)
Abandoning hope, we bunked off to the cinema at midday, there to endure the kind of trailers which do at least obviate any temptation to see the actual films. Eventually we settled in to the story – or stories – about storying which make up the spectacular Life of Pi. It definitely worked, I decided, as I staggered disorientated into the wet and suddenly alien English urbscape, trying to remember where I had left the car, and which road led to out.
On the way home there was a sudden glim of sun from under the heavy lid of the sky. These days none of it can be allowed to go to waste, and I rushed to catch the last drops:
This year’s Royal Institution Christmas Lectures are being given on the subject of chemistry by one Peter Wothers, who obviously has a talent for outreach. Within ten minutes his live audience was cowering and hilarious. Here at home we were merely hilarious. Here’s the iPlayer link to the first lecture: http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b01pjqpk/
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We are one of those households which save doing the tree for Christmas Eve. On the rebound from yesterday, I began to fancy the idea of a small forest, or at least a spinney. My usual coadjutor in silliness agreed, so we ended up with five trees. And it was easier for five people all […]
… seventeen hours comprising attempts at social tact, cooking a roast dinner for six while simultaneously removing two car loads of STUFF from the attic, driving to the recycling centre, and more social tact. A counterpoint of concealed suspense wound through the day like a ribbon of sinister dream. I’m glad it is Monday.
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After two more days of torrential rain, country walks involving streams and fields don’t look too inviting. Luckily I always want to walk by the sea. The images aren’t enhanced, the colours were really like that in the low sun. (click an image for the gallery)