The perfect . . .

On Anvilcloud's blog he is talking about disappointing chips/fries. I find these days that the smell and anticipation of fish and chips are better than the experience. It's very rare to get the perfect chip. Or the right quantity at the right price.

And I was going to continue on that theme but was boring myself - Anvilcloud is much more interesting - so I'll talk about the film I watched yesterday afternoon.

Being under the weather means I get to watch films I think Husband wouldn't be keen on. Yesterday's offering was Here's to you Leo Grande, starring Emma Thompson. To say it was a bit out of my comfort zone was putting it mildly.

Emma Thompson is a middle-aged widow who rents a sex worker, and the film is much more charming than you might think from that bald statement. Although the talk is blunt you don't get to 'see anything' - until the end, which of course was the point at which Husband walked in and said, "What are you watching?" Or possibly, "What are you watching?"

We find out about her anxiety, her insecurities, and her unfulfilling marriage and motherhood, as well as the boy's unhappy story. Yes, he is a boy, in his twenties I guess, but a boy who, to all intents and purposes, enjoys his work. No deep investigation as to how far that is true or any judgement but a rather sweet film.

Bookwise, Husband collected Lessons in Chemistry for me from the library. I've had it on order for ages and it has very good reviews, including from the librarian who served Husband. I shall finish The Lost Notebook - haven't made up my mind about it yet and look forward to starting my chemistry lessons. I had to sit my Chemistry GCE three times so I hope the book is better than my teacher was.