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Goodness me, what a thundery rainy day today. Lord H and I do so love a good thunderstorm. Shame it seems to have vanished away now - we were hoping for more drama. Ah well.

This morning, I've had a nice lie-in (at last! At last!) and have then packaged up the rest of my free/review copies of Maloney's Law for sending off in one fell swoop on Monday (I missed the post office opening hours yesterday, dammit). Honestly, the more I look at that cover, the more I love it. The back is pretty ace too. And perfect for Paul's obsession with whisky and time. The cover artist, Tracey Davis, is a genius, to my mind.

I'm blogging early today as we're dashing off at about 12.30pm-ish for our last Glyndebourne opera of the season - they're ending withCarmen, which I love - so I really can't wait for that! The joy of going on the last night is we get a sneak preview of what they'll be doing next year. Rumours of Wagner (noooo!!!) abound, but we'll see. We're also meeting an old work colleague of mine - Ronnie Yearsley - for drinks beforehand, so that should be fun. Ronnie's not on email (Gawd bless 'im), so I've been gathering up emails sent to him from his overseas cousin about the family tree, which I must remember to deliver this afternoon. Said Yearsley family tree also includes a picture of a Victorian ancestor who didn't quite seem to know how to wear a beard, as it doesn't appear to be fully attached to his chin. Perhaps it's the angle of the shot, Carruthers?... One can only hope.

And I'm now at 31,000 words of Hallsfoot's Battle and at the end of the first section, which is entitled Lust and Fortitude. Onto the next section then, which will go by the theme of Anger and Justice. My, how I do like to make things tricky, eh. I do have a couple of ideas for it, which is something, I suppose. I hope.

This week's haiku (because, hey, it hasn't been bad, has it!):

Sometimes the universe
fits us: struggles cease.
Enough, for now, to be.

Today's nice things:

1. Thunderstorms
2. Having a lie-in
3. The Maloney cover
4. Carmen
5. Finishing a Hallsfoot section
6. Haikus.

Anne Brooke
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French composer, Spanish passion....

Oh, Carmen! It's so long and so energetic! Bizet or his librettist could have done with a good editor. I remember sheer exhaustion after ten days of that in the late eighties at Leicester's old Haymarket Theatre. I say 'old' but it was then only into its second decade, with an unnerving proscenium that curved out into the audience making a sort of peninsular. It was then considered a quite advanced concept and widely admired throughout Europe. Sadly, it has gone, a casualty of arts funding. I remember having to dance on the narrow strip of stage in front of the orchestra pit, perilously close to a calamitous encounter with the first violins. Absolutely not a production in which to fortify your nerves with a forbidden gin and tonic.

But it was so exciting! I'd never been a Bizet fan - preferring the bel canto type of opera of Bellini and Donizetti and the Baroque pieces of Handel, or even the magnificently passionate creations of the maestro, Verdi, but I never hear that overture now without an overwhelming tingling of the spine. I remember someone saying as the orchestra struck up and we waited to go on, 'The die is cast!'

What singing taught me holds good for everything else: that we gain enjoyment in proportion to our investment. If you can't invest heart and soul into what you're doing, perhaps you shouldn't be doing it.

Hope you and Lord H have a great time, Anne!







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Thanks, Rosy! It was

Thanks, Rosy! It was fabulous - a stonking end to the season (I think I'm in love with Don Jose now!). Ooh and Handel and Donizetti - wonderful stuff indeed. Glyndebourne are doing L'Elisir D'amore next year so I must try and get tickets for that.


Love & hugs!