In which we did not go to London

antisoppist came for the weekend, and we were supposed to go to London to see Love All by Dorothy L Sayers at the Jermyn Street theatre. Unfortunately, we did not make this on account of the rail strike. "It will be fine!" I said blithely, there's a coach every 10 minutes. Which there is, except we went to the Park and Ride to get the coach and they were all full. We could have driven, but would have had to park and get the underground and I was very tired, and it was too late to get back into town, then queue, then the coach out etc. so we gave it up as a bad job. The theatre generously refunded our tickets, and instead we went into Oxford for dinner (Comptoir Libanais) and the cinema. The latter was See How They Run at the very expensive new Curzon cinema, but it was a lot of fun and worth it as a treat. Excellent film - knew what it was doing and did it well, with a good script and strong performances, and at 1 hour 40 minutes, didn't outstay its welcome. There should be more films like it.

This afternoon I have done jobs that could be done very quietly or sitting down and now I am about to sit down with episode 7 of Rings of Power, which sadly doesn't have the strengths of See How They Run , but more on that another time.