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.