The Thursday that feels like a Friday

Mutterings continued.

and the Friday that feels like a Sunday.

Message to self.

Never run out of bread on a Good Friday, it's nigh on impossible to find. Went looking, came home with a couple of croissants instead. Mmmmm.....croissants with melted cheese....

Yesterday

being the day which felt like a Friday, was so busy it could have been both a Thursday AND a Friday. Booked flights for two to Sydney, found last minute accommodation, did Ministerials, a few letters and generally had a busy time of it. I did find time to have lunch with Kim at Munch...Thingie. Very nice, I had the Mee Goreng (but didn't eat the squiddy/inner tube/white rubbery stuff).

Intriguing

The Found website: "We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework, to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles - anything that gives a glimpse into someone else's life. Anything goes..."

Telly

UKTV is having a "Whodunit" weekend, which means lots of Daziell and Pascoe, Murder Rooms, Frost, Morse, Midsummer and Taggart.

There is such as thing as too much Wagner, or

Make the nasty music go away.

Telly Two

One of issues of Theatre Quarterly (June 1972) I bought last week has a page of Chinese television programs. Appealing to me were:

• Talk: Small factories can also manage big things in carrying out the revolution by self-reliance, by representatives of the Nanking Rubber Wheel Factory;
• Learn from Tachai production brigade to achieve abundant results in agricultural production;
• Albanian Feature Film: Rather Die Than Yield (that sounds a barrel of laughs!);
• Vigorously grasp the fundamental principle of educating people in Mao Tsu-tung thought by Comrade Yao Jui, leading member of party branch in First Shop in Sian Radio Factory.

Citizens lucky enough to own a telly must have longed for Wednesdays to come around. There were no programs on Wednesdays.