Composing a document which required me to consider the implications of individual words, precise definitions and multiple interpretations of phrases.
Later I comforted my feelings with a cup of tea. It’s a curious fact that tea in a cup and saucer is a much more relaxing beverage than tea in the ubiquitous mug.
I also watched some of the 1970 television series The Six Wives of Henry VIII. This was much better than the brutally truncated film of the same name which sprang from it, and, although there are some clunky scenes of historical personages informing each other of the obvious, there is enough room for character development and some slightly elaborated examination of the huge issues of the reign.
One episode is given over to the story of each wife, which makes it chronologically uneven, but allows each of six distinguished actresses to have fair play in her turn. For on this occasion the central figure of each story is not the king himself, although his character is excellently written and Keith Michell was memorable in the role. Henry is more the tremendous weather of alternating sunshine and storm under which his subjects live their lives.
The cast is a gallery of some of the best British acting talent of the day. My favourite is a scene-stealing turn from Bernard Hepton as Cranmer, that corrupt and saintly cleric who brings to others the faith and consolation which he can never, never find for himself.