Decline and Fall
Slept like a baby, apart from the attentions of Calliope this morning. Fed her and Brian, made tea and sat in bed with Lorraine and I caught up with my blog. Then up as Dawn came around for coffee. I left the ladies chatting and worked on my French stuff for a couple of hours, sending some ideas off to Paris. Spoke to Mas a couple of times. Mum now back home, which is good. Heard from Richard, and his new collection is going to be published by Blue Ormer, which is splendid. I needed an afternoon of indolence, feeling tired and depressive. Lorraine and I went for a walk around the block, then zombied in front of TV. We watched the Anchorman The Legend of Ron Burgundy , film, having never seen it before. Mildly amusing. Then all of the recent BBC adaptation of Evelyn Waugh's Decline and Fall which was very well done, funny and well paced. A brilliant adaptation I thought. And so to bed, setting my alarm for 6:15 tomorrow. As Nigel Molesworth might say, Chiz.