Sunday,

Diana's day off,

started with Sunday lunch,

the flowers this week looking especially colourful,

for our starter lobster bisque,

eyes down and tuck in,

for our main course roast beef, with gravy for Diana,

sans gravy for myself,

delicious!

after a long break, raspberry pavlova with fresh raspberries and cream,

it was just so nice, I nearly had another helping!

we decided to watch a few films in the late afternoon and evening, whilst doing so the chocolates came out,

this was a selection we had bought from Ocelot in Edinburgh,

 we decided on Buckwheat, and nice it was too,

for our first film Forbidden Planet, great fun and it has aged quite well considering it was released in 1956, 

we followed that with Mississippi Burning, a gritty riveting drama, the film is loosely based on the 1964 murder investigation of Chaney, Goodman and Schwerner in Mississippi.

we rounded off the evening with a real treat The Man Who Would Be King, a film made of one of the many great stories by Joseph Rudyard Kipling, he was one of the first masters of the short story in English, and he was the first to use Cockney dialect (the manner in which natives of London, England's, East End speak) in serious poetry, in 1907 Kipling became the first English writer to receive the Nobel Prize in Literature, if you enjoyed the book or film Jungle Book then you know something of the stories he wrote, he was also a famous poet, my book marker is a laminated copy of Gunga Din, but my favourite poem is If, the first few lines:

If you can keep your head when all about you 

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

the last lines: 

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, 

And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

as an aside if you know anything about tennis, all of the players who wait to go onto Centre Court for a Wimbledon final, have the chance to look up and read some of his famous words: “If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two imposters just the same…” They come from Rudyard Kipling's inspirational poem "If", what a great poem, unfortunately deluded snowflakes want to condemn Kipling to the waste bin, as I have always maintained, it is totally ridiculous to judge 20th century culture with 21st century morals, but there it is the tree huggers and lefties will soon be burning his books, now where did I read that before? and with the end of that great story and film we were off to bed.