Did I mention I'm sick of being locked upstairs like Rochester's crazy wife? No? Well I can't wait to put the furniture back and COOK something in my kitchen and not look at a garage sale inside my abode. It's beautiful outside, real Indian summer, and I've already taken a walk and will again before the day is out. Hopefully, tomorrow evening my husband and dogs will be back and the place will be habitable. I read a People magazine yesterday that I bought with my OWN money, that's how low I've sunk. It was just as bad as I had remembered, but now I know what Anne Hathaway's bridal gown looked like. I'm enriched.
I saw a good movie last night, British, made in 2011, with a great cast: Rachel Weiz, Bill Nighy, Michael Gambon, Alice Krige, Judy Davis and more. It was a political thriller where the Prime Minister, played by Ralph Finnes, is the bad guy. Judy Davis has aged a whole lot, and I always wished she had gotten better parts. She's a brilliant actress. And she was beautiful, in her prime, but she never played the beauty, she was always a character actress. I love her deep voice and ability to unravel before your eyes. Anyway, it's titled "Page Eight", and it's nail biting fun.
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