An evening with King John

 Beth and James with us this morning for coffee in the garden, which was fun. In the afternoon Lorraine drove us over to Patrick and Adele's place where we read King John together over several hours, with a few salty snacks and beers, and a lovely meal of Salmon cooked by Adele as an interlude. King John, again a Shakespeare play I'd never met before. It depicted power as horrible and rapidly changing business of double crossings and expedient alliances and so on. Also the origin of the phrase to gild the lily. The catholics didn't come out of it well. Otherwise a bit of a marathon, but lovely to spend time with Patrick and Adele. Patrick did one of his enjoyably protracted last gasp of a dying man.