Mr. Waffle and I went for a day out in Carlingford over the bank holiday weekend. We have been going there for the guts of 20 years and there are only so many walks around the mountain yet almost every time we get lost and most times we get wet. This time was no different. Enjoyable all the same. And we had a lovely lunch afterwards in this cafe which I really recommend if you find yourself in this neck of the woods. And why wouldn’t you when it is so very pretty even when you are lost in the rain? All the same, I was glad we were not accompanied by three small children.
My new year’s resolution to go to the cinema more often has been working out really well. I’m delighted with myself. Mr Waffle is my, broadly willing, accomplice but he says that I’ll have to find someone else to go to “Zone of Interest” with. We went to see “American Fiction” last week which we both really enjoyed. It’s clever and funny. It’s a companion piece to “Yellowface” in some ways. This was a point made in a long article in the FT a couple of weeks ago but I noticed it too. Honest. Would recommend the film in any event. Our film of 2024 so far.
We were supposed to be going to the theatre tonight to see a play called the President with Olwen Fouré and Hugo Weaving. I booked it last September. Am I in fact at the theatre? I am not. I have come down with (yet another) dreadful cold and am planning to spend the evening wheezing and coughing in the comfort of my own home. Alas. I gave my tickets to a colleague who was feeling gloomy. Hope this won’t make him worse.