A different nosebag

Up early to do a spot of French work then listening to Schoenberg's Erwartung which is a one-act opera, a monodrama with one woman singing in a frankly disturbed way in German. The action happens in the middle of a forest, against a challenging atonal array of textures and orchestral tones. As Matt and I are working on a smiliar one act monodrama it is required, if challenging, listening. I love the fact my listening is being stretched so much lately. It is an education.

Off up to Norf Lunnon to see Mum and Mase. Very pleased to see that Mum has started a 'low residue' diet, which is composed of entirely of plastic white breads, cake and various processed foods without fibre, which couldn't be more different to the oaty stuff in her normal nosebags. What is great though is that it seems to be working, and she is having respite from the constant pain she has been in. We sat about in the evening having a glass of wine and chatting lots and eating ribs and mashed potato. Toby called and was pleased to see that his prompting to find out about different diets had bourne fruit. Fingers crossed.