The rain is pounding on my study window. It's dark, but I still have work to finish. I love the lovely sound of rain, I always have. This last weekend I went to see Matchpoint (by Woody Allen). It is set in London, and the theme is being lucky and getting what we "think" we want. And the cost of that. I am also reading Snobs, a novel by Julian Fellows on the identical theme--set in Englad and portraying the English upper classes and those who throw themselves at this citadel of exclusivity. Oddly, I am always fascinated by these same themes--I, who have always considered myself to be particularly plebian and "democratic." Of course, I have my own snobberies and elitism. I love English movies and English novels. I watched a TV special on Windsor Castle the other night. Fascinating display of protocol and tradition. I actually went to Windsor Castle when I visited England the first time in 1970. I wanted to see the famous doll house there--doll houses being another fascination when you get to see a good one. My boyfriend at the time, John, took me for tea, and I had my first clotted cream. Fabulous! The day, the cream, John, and the doll house. But tonight, I'm printing labels for my brochures. How extraordinarily mundane. But a comforting task on a rainy night.
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