Giselle is streaming from the Royal Opera House in 20 minutes
For 16£ you can see it too
I really recommend it…for it’s quite, quite lovely
See
Notes
I haven’t seen my doctor since the middle of lockdown
Mostly I have seen dealing with ANP nurses ( Advanced Nurse Practitioners) who have advanced assessing and prescribing skills.
The nurse said a strange thing to me today.
She told me that the doctor had thought that I had been mildly depressed when he last saw me
This came as a bit of a surprise as he never relayed that news to me at that time and I told her so.
I wonder what else has been typed in those computerised notes locked away in the ether
AND JUST LIKE THAT
Ok no Magna
Ok no Samantha
Ok not much Stanford
But I’m looking forward to the reboot
It was very much part of my life in the six years from 1998
I must have known that originally it was a series about four gay men
I think the series will eclipse the awful movies
“ party of three ?” …squeal
Had me totally
I always adored Miranda’s character
Watching
Irked today
I’d planned to meet an old friend at Chatsworth House in Derbyshire but I’m not 100% again
So I’m watching the mindless Shang-Chi Legend of the Ten Rings on the trendy blue sofa
Watched over by several pairs of eyes
Bra Straps & Dog Power
Found myself a bit low today
So I've kicked myself up by the proverbials and have taken myself to Chester.
The antibiotics have made me feel nauseated all week and strange as it seems the only thing I feel like eating is avocado on toast.
So it's a visit to the Jaunty Goat Cafe and an afternoon showing of Power of The Dog.
I will review the movie later
Later
The Power Of The Dog is Jane Campion’s first film in well over a decade.
It’s an interesting piece.
Beautifully shot in New Zealand (doubling for 1920s Montana) it’s a brooding, tension filled but unhurried drama which explores themes of loneliness, isolation, jealousy, obsession and anger in between members of a dysfunctional and blended ranch family living in a dilapidated , cold mansion in the middle of no where.
Benedict Cumberbatch plays an angry, brutal but intelligent ranch man who lives in the past when he enjoyed a manly old west life with an idolised ranch hand Bronco Henry.His quiet passive brother George( Jesse Plemons) ,tired of this bleak lonely existence finds solace with a gentle local widow Rose ( Kirsten Dunst) who he marries and brings back to the family home.
And then the story really cranks up as the bitter, pained brother embarks on a psychological war against the woman who he perceives has come between him and his old life and relationships .
Having said this, the story is so much more than a two ( then three) handed power struggle, for Campion adds to the mix the brother’ odd relationship with their mostly absent and passive parents, a back story of Phil’s homosexual relationship/ obsession with Bronco Henry and the sudden introduction of Rose’s effeminate possibly autistic son Peter (Kodi Smit McPhee) who isn’t quite what he seems
Kodi SmitMcPhee
Kirsten Dunst
This is a beautiful film to look at. With a sense of decay and sadness in almost every scene .
Dunst is fabulous as the simple and gentle Rose who can break your heart just with the lost look of a woman who is completely out of her depth, but really the film is totally Cumberbatch’s as he totally captures the blind jealousy and loss of a man haunted by grief and obsession .
Soul Food
The cottage remains cool, almost , but not quite cold…
I’ve been chasing up the fire workmen ….
Mary had the right idea and slipped under the trendy blue Sofa’s throw to sleep
The sight of her brought a lump to my throat
Just returned from choir
We sang some lovely African songs which fed my soul
Never Just One Thing
One of my bad points is that I’m quick to temper.
I know myself very well and understand that the recipient of my ire is often not the main cause of it.
It’s a common phenomenon and one which , when you are in the centre of things , is very hard to see with clarity.
Yesterday I managed fairly well
Fairly
I finished three night shifts only to face just one day off before a long day shift, and when a colleague acted in a self absorbed, needy way I found my temper rising like lava from a volcano .
Luckily I walked away, muttering like Mutley from Dick Dastardly
Distance and very cold air whistling in from the North over the Goat free Orme, cleared my head with timely pleasure.
My colleague wasn’t the problem
Tiredness, four courses of nausea inducing antibiotics, a cold cottage without a workable fire and elevated blood infection markers were the problem.
I got that all straight in my head in the calming panacea of the wind and within the hour organised to take an annual leave day today, during which I slept 10 hours overnight, only being woken by a wide eyed bulldog pushing slowly down on my windpipe.
An incorrectly viewed slight from a loved one was taken too personally yesterday resulting in a sharp email which wasn’t worthy of me.
Another upset I managed to mull about during a warm bath and the temper subsided instantly like the bath bomb I treated myself too from the kind goody bag the hospice nurses received last year from a now defunct Debenhams
When I was mentoring and teaching new Samaritans and nurses I often explored just why people became irritated or angry with you and themselves
It was always a knotty and complicated discussion.
I follow a Buddhist nun on tiktok
I understand that this sounds a little flaky and indulgent
It isn’t.
This elderly Australian speaks more sense in 30 seconds than most can share in 30 months .
Pragmatic and calm and sincere
Her calm voice is true mindfulness in days that can be filled by slights and upsets and tiredness and sickness.
Like everyone, I’m a work in process.
Sometimes I can be good at recognising where my “temper” leaches from
Other times the camouflage is just too thick.
But let us remember……
It’s never just one thing…….
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