Last week, my friend Rosie took me to Rutland which I learned is the smallest county in the UK. Ooooh, I was really excited because I didn't even know it was. Our adventure only began after an abandoned Sex and the City Orange Wednesday failure (ie fully booked on the sweatiest night of the week in a steaming hot cinema). I hadn't even brought a DSLR and had to rely on my trusty pocket size G11 for these lovely pics of Rutland and Harringworth viaduct (the longest viaduct in the UK - oooh arches......swoon swoon)
Me taking a picture of me and my reflection in the car window - oooh nifty!
Today has been incredibly difficult with one thing or another resulting in frustration, tears and being over zealously inconsolable (quite the drama when there is only the dog in the room when it happened and he looked at my like I was snorting snuff). All rather silly in hindsight but nothing that a few facebook comments of support could sort out - thank you sweet friends. I think what hasn't helped my mood, further this evening, was watching a film based on Enid Blyton (played brilliantly by my heroine Helene Bonham Carter). I adored her books when I was a kid and I still collect them to this day (especially 1st editions with original jackets - my legacy to my Belle) but OMG, she was portrayed as a right cow to her kids. I know that is strong but as a fan of hers since I was 7 or 8, I feel like my loyalty has been violated. I hope that the characterization was exaggerated because to be honest, it made me feel a bit nauseous. Don't know why, dear diary, that I felt the need to write that but there you go. Random wittering number 1423 is written.