joy to the world
Dec. 25th, 2003 11:21 pm. . . I always forget how strong my father's Metaxa brandy is. Mmmm.
Thank you, April; they're absolutely beautiful. I leafed through them happily at the family table while everyone else was opening stuff.
Thank you, Liralen; I shall smell gorgeous. Very gorgeous.
Attended service at Winchester Cathedral -- well, when you live about twenty minutes drive away, why not? A slightly larger congregation than last year, I think, though not by a great deal. The standard carols (Little Town of Bethlehem, Once In Royal David's City, Hark the Herald Angels Sing) and a sermon which gave me great difficulty. It was near-incomprehensible, except for the bit about God's creative impulse descending into the world -- at least, that's what I heard -- and I spent the next ten minutes thinking about Kabbalah and Kether and other fine stuff.
We had roast goose for lunch. After that, I went to sleep to the accompaniment of James Bond (Tomorrow Never Dies) and woke up to Die Fleidermaus, which was much more fun. We then saw Belleville Rendezvous, which was absolutely marvellous. French animated feature about a Tour de France cyclist being kidnapped, and his grandmother going to rescue him with the help of his faithful dog and three faded revue artists. (Who are now living off frogs, which are caught via stick grenade . . . mm, possibly you didn't want to know that.) Though it doesn't seem to be out on DVD as yet. Blast. Something to watch out for.
Mother was greatly pleased by collected editions of Fu Manchu. Well, that's her reading matter sorted out for the next few days, unless she overdoses . . .
Thank you, April; they're absolutely beautiful. I leafed through them happily at the family table while everyone else was opening stuff.
Thank you, Liralen; I shall smell gorgeous. Very gorgeous.
Attended service at Winchester Cathedral -- well, when you live about twenty minutes drive away, why not? A slightly larger congregation than last year, I think, though not by a great deal. The standard carols (Little Town of Bethlehem, Once In Royal David's City, Hark the Herald Angels Sing) and a sermon which gave me great difficulty. It was near-incomprehensible, except for the bit about God's creative impulse descending into the world -- at least, that's what I heard -- and I spent the next ten minutes thinking about Kabbalah and Kether and other fine stuff.
We had roast goose for lunch. After that, I went to sleep to the accompaniment of James Bond (Tomorrow Never Dies) and woke up to Die Fleidermaus, which was much more fun. We then saw Belleville Rendezvous, which was absolutely marvellous. French animated feature about a Tour de France cyclist being kidnapped, and his grandmother going to rescue him with the help of his faithful dog and three faded revue artists. (Who are now living off frogs, which are caught via stick grenade . . . mm, possibly you didn't want to know that.) Though it doesn't seem to be out on DVD as yet. Blast. Something to watch out for.
Mother was greatly pleased by collected editions of Fu Manchu. Well, that's her reading matter sorted out for the next few days, unless she overdoses . . .
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