Yesterday

When I got home I had the remains of Tuesday's dinner, which was still good. Afterwards I watched Carnival (1946), about a ballet dancer from a poorish background, who is thwarted in love, marries someone else, and finally gets shot by the husband. The cats is good though; Stanley Holloway, Sally Grey, Susan Shaw, Michael Wilding and Bernard Miles. Then I watched Law and Disorder (1958), a crime caper starring Robert Morley, Michael Redgrave, Lionel Jeffries and Joan Hickson. I started watching a very bad Hollywood film called The Picture of Dorian Gray (1945) with George Sanders and Angela Lansbury. I switchede the thing off after about twenty minutes, and will never watch it ever again. It has everything to do with Hollywood and very little to do with Wilde.

Yesterday

The weather is quite erratic lately. I expected to have a good soaking when I went for my walk yesterday, but it didn't happen. There were a few spots of rain here and there, but it was barely noticeable. We seem to escape most of the miserable weather in our neck of the woods.

Today

I feel a bit run down. This morning I thought my cold was coming back, but all I have is tingling inside my nose. My right ear is still behaving oddly after having bronchitis a few weeks ago. I ache. I think that when I go home, I'll spend the rest of the day lying down. That should sort me out for tomorrow.

Sleep

I went to bed exhausted at about 10.30pm. I think I slept, but have a memory of physical activity. When I woke up with a start at 2am, my bedding had been kicked all over the place. I felt edgy, so took my duvet and pillows to the front room, where I fell asleep on the sofa. I finally woke up at 7.15am feeling tired and under the weather.

Memory lane

I was going through my photos this morning, and came across the only two I know of, of myself as a teenager. The first one was a group photo of our choir. Nearly everyone was smiling, well, all except for me, that is. I look on blankly, my expression full of fear, sadness and confusion. The second one was from the local paper, just before a charity walk I took part in was about to start off. The reporter commented on the friendliness of the walk, and the small groups of walkers chatting among themselves. That was not my memory of the event, as I walked entirely alone. It's odd what one remembers, and what feelings are brought back by old photos.

Last night

I enjoyed my dinner for a change, and stupidly overate . After dinner I watched Time is my enemy (1954), a gloomy melodrama of blackmail and murder, starring Dennis Price, Susan Shaw and Bonar Colleano. Then I watched London belongs to me (1948) with an impressive cast; Alastair Sim, Fay Compton, Richard Attenborough, Susan Shaw, Joyce Carey etc. It's the story about the residents of a house in late 1930s London, their lives and personalities, ending in a murder trial and campaign to have the killer reprieved. I had a lovely evening.

Funny?