letters and things
I am alone in the house again. The sunshine coming in. Very peaceful. I sort of ought to be at work but still my right hand is damaged and not up to much. I have spoken to Isabel and said that I will go back tomorrow... of course I have no desire whatever to go back there tomorrow... But if I wait for that desire... well, of course, it will never come... not in a million years. Last night I went to Swiss Cottage and met Mark, we ate once more in the Globe, pumpkin soup with chick peas and coriander pesto, mmm... and risotto cake and stuffed vegetables etc... all very good... In one corner they have an Angel Chair and a Devil chair. They are large leather chairs, one white and one scarlet, and the one has a halo and the other little horns. And on the toilet doors they have quite lavishly dressed dolls in glass cases. Such a nice place to go. And outside the trees are strung about with many little white lights.
After the meal we went to the theatre and saw Patricia Routledge, Roy Dotrice and Michael Pennington in a little play called "The Best of Friends". The set was lovely, like a large room in an old house, very much in the Gothic/Arts and Crafts style, with William Morris wallpaper and many Pre-Raphaeliteish paintings on the walls, lots of dark paneling and arched windows and doorways etc. There were two desks, one on either side of the stage, so the set suggested two separate studies that could mingle and merge and did so to good effect. One study was that of Sydney Cockerell and the other that of George Bernard Shaw, for the play was about their friendship and much of it was based upon their correspondence... Patricia played their mutual friend, a wonderful Abbess called Dame Laurentia McLachlan, Her territory was centred around the arched doorway at the back of the set, so that she could come and go, sometimes seemingly in to her own environment, and sometimes towards that of Sydney or of Shaw. The play was undramatic and mild yet charming and believable and drew one in to their lives and friendships. I liked it very much. Very much...
After the meal we went to the theatre and saw Patricia Routledge, Roy Dotrice and Michael Pennington in a little play called "The Best of Friends". The set was lovely, like a large room in an old house, very much in the Gothic/Arts and Crafts style, with William Morris wallpaper and many Pre-Raphaeliteish paintings on the walls, lots of dark paneling and arched windows and doorways etc. There were two desks, one on either side of the stage, so the set suggested two separate studies that could mingle and merge and did so to good effect. One study was that of Sydney Cockerell and the other that of George Bernard Shaw, for the play was about their friendship and much of it was based upon their correspondence... Patricia played their mutual friend, a wonderful Abbess called Dame Laurentia McLachlan, Her territory was centred around the arched doorway at the back of the set, so that she could come and go, sometimes seemingly in to her own environment, and sometimes towards that of Sydney or of Shaw. The play was undramatic and mild yet charming and believable and drew one in to their lives and friendships. I liked it very much. Very much...