Ouchies, revisited.

Mutterings continued.

Got a flat inspection on Tuesday so I spent this morning tarting up the verandah. Looks rather nice but I did a bit of damage to my cuticles in the process. And I hate to think how my lower back will be in the morning.

Back from auditions for Hedda Gabler; sat outside, took a couple of names and memberships, handed out the audition pieces, had a cup of tea and then left. Called into Bunnings on the way home to get some storage boxes. Exciting stuff.

Good night last night. The tikka chicken wasn't too bad and Rob's pud with custard was delish. We watched Black Books, Godzilla: Final Wars (which was very funny and had a cool King Ghidorah) and then Attack of the Killer Aubergine (aka It Conquered the World) with Peter Graves. It was nicely Mystied.

"He learned almost too late that man is a feeling creature... and because of it, the greatest in the universe. He learned too late for himself that men have to find their own way, to make their own mistakes. There can't be any gift of perfection from outside ourselves. And when men seek such perfection... they find only death... fire... loss... disillusionment... the end of everything that's gone forward. Men have always sought an end to the toil and misery, but it can't be given, it has to be achieved. There is hope, but it has to come from inside, from Man himself. "