R's rue

The log burner is going full blast again. Mary and her trusty rubber chicken lie warming themselves until they steam The radiators are working again and the thermal store is full of boiling water  The cottage has been properly warmed back into life again. Tomorrow I’m off to London.  Last year I bought Nu and I tickets for the Royal Ballet  Romeo and Juliet at the Royal Opera House  How lovely is that?  I’m meeting her at Dishoom Covent Garden  I’ve missed her recently from Going Gently https://ift.tt/PfiqD6U

 Life right now Looks like A monopoly board You don’t get to skip And collect  Two hundred dollars I’ve not wanted To share What I don’t like But doing  What I don’t like Is bringing peace And a freedom I’d feared  I’d lost from R's rue https://ift.tt/GQte2fS

 In every Amazon order I have at least one book I have six destinations on my bucket list As a snack I like SmartSweets candy I have music on when I write I have so many clothes in my closet, but wear the same things every day Share yours? from R's rue https://ift.tt/UyevtLE

 I’ve ventured down to Y Shed for one of their strong  Americanos The ones that blow yer tits off and and give you a zing And I’ve taken the obligatory snapshot of my coffee cup to prove the fact. I will have another one too, so I will be bordering of ADHD by the time I get home. I’ve just had a row with two middle aged women joggers ( Quelle Surprise) but this time I was provoked ( again)  They ran up behind me like two ninjas and surprised Dorothy who suddenly found herself in front of them before she and I realised and called her to heel.  I called out “ I’m sorry” As  Dorothy  stopped and raised her head to say hello and one of the joggers, exasperated with the interruption yelled “ Oh God  GET OUT OF MY WAY “ as she waved her arms wildly “ She has every right to be here as you do” I called out, irked that my original apology hadn’t registered  And what only could be called a fishwives’ Bitch off ensued . “ Fucking dog wal...

Benedict Cumberbatch in "The Power of the Dog" Last night, courtesy of Netflix,  I watched "The Power of the Dog" directed by Jane Campion. Set in rural Montana in the  1920's, it is a haunting, beautifully crafted and artful film. I could summarise the plot quite easily but that would give the game away for readers who haven't yet seen "The Power of the Dog". Rough and ready rancher Phil Burbank is played brilliantly by Benedict Cumberbatch. He is the central character - a brooding, troubled figure who lives with shadows of the past - especially an old cowboy called Bronco Henry. Of him, Phil says, "Greatest rider I ever knew...He taught me to use my eyes in ways that other people can't." What do we want from films? Do we want clarity, resolution, explanation, certainty? If that is what you crave, you won't find such fulfilment with this film. Ultimately what you find is suggestiveness, mystery, words unspoken and rope ends...