Theres Welsh

I wasn't actually going to blog blogblodwyn today but I found myself here and realised it's a good opportunity to tell you of my cultural weekend.  I've read Lovesong by Alex Miller.  It's being discussed with Eat, Pray, Love at the Wentworth Book Discussion Group (not to be confused with the Buronga Book Club from which I think I must retire) in March.  I'm intrigued that the books have been linked together so I'll probably mosey along to the Discussion.  AND I've seen two (2!!!!) films at the cinema - that's usually my average for a year - and still could be, I suppose.  Yesterday The King's Speech which everyone is raving about so I hardly needed to see it.  But regardless, so glad I did because I love the fashion and interior design from the 1920s, 30s.  And I also remembered that my Mum had told me (when we were in Wales, actually) that her parents were taking her to see a show in London for her 13th birthday but the war was declared that day and when they got to the theatre it was closed.  The film I saw today was South Solitary.  I was drawn to it because it's about a light-house and for many years I thought it would be lovely to be a light-house keeper.  It turns out that the film was shot in Portland, now home to Mrs History, but it also has a lovely curly haired Welshman in it (well, actually his accent wavered a bit, but it was mostly Welsh).  I've just remembered that it also had Esse Davis in it - a Bellerive girl.  And I've done no housework but one load of washing...