Another Day Older

 Saturday. 6.30 p.m. There's really not much to report at the moment, so expect very little on here.

I have taken Alfie out for his second outing mid-morning and it was attempting to rain. You might say, how can be an attempt to rain? What I mean was that it was more like a thing rainfall. It was definitely undecided and it didn't seem to me to risk a sudden downpour when we were on the opposite side of Oldbrook Green, so we almost immediately went home. Alfie is getting really somewhat lazy and he was the one who decided it was time to go home. I just have to say to him 'home' and he takes me home!

Sunday. 6.35 a.m. It's misty and damp this morning as I took Alfie out.

The milk was off AGAIN! This is beginning to become somewhat annoying. The 'best before' or 'use before date is the 28th of July, so it shouldn't have gone off so quickly. I begin to question whether this milk is dated correctly. Perhaps it's older than it should be, hence it going off quicker. It is kept in my fridge, so what is the problem? It means I will have to go out to Tesco and buy more so I can at least have my mug of tea as normal at this time of the day. Not impressed.

Monday. 6.25 a.m. Poor Alfie has had the runs for the past couple of days. We went out as normal yesterday, but last night, around 1.30 a.m., he came into me in bed and wouldn't lay down and go back to sleep. He, unfortunately, made a rather runny mess and it was this that prompted me to take him out. I had to get hurriedly dressed, with Alfie barking noisily, and I had to take the small torch with me as there was very little likelihood of being able to see what we were doing on the grass outside Dexter House alongside Strudwick Drive. 

Last evening I watched a production of the Oscar Wilde Play 'A Woman Of No Importance' on Broadway HD. It's not a play I know, so it was quite revealing and some of the material seemed very relevant to today, particularly the treatment of women. It starred Anne Reid, Eleanor Bron, and Eve Best. I know the more famous 'The Importance of Being Ernest,' and can quote great chunks of it. It's very clever and witty and is full of famous Wildean epigrams. This earlier play doesn't have the same sort of 'zing' and seems a bit forced and contrived (I suppose all his plays are contrived to some extent.) and seems like a dry-run for the later play, having some lines hinting at the famous epigrams in 'Ernest.' But in this production, why is it so dark? The first scene is supposed to be in the open air but is lit so that it might as well be nighttime. Just gloomy. Is that a modern trend in theatre lighting? The same in the next scene, set in a drawing-room. And what was the musical interlude about, during the drop for what was obviously a scene change? Was that the director's idea? Was it in Wilde's original script? I'm not sure it worked.