||[May. 19th, 2016|11:01 pm]
The sound of rain on the roof woke me from an unintentional evening nap a while ago, but by the time I got outside it had reverted to drizzle. There was an overcast all afternoon, and I thought the rain predicted for tomorrow might arrive early, so I wasn't surprised. Right now the clouds have thinned, and there is intermittent moonlight, but I'm hoping the rain will come back. |
I did hear a bit of very distant thunder, but can't tell if it's in the valley or in the mountains. If it's in the valley it's more likely to pass this way, and I'd rather not have it. Too much chance of a power outage. If it's in the mountains, though, it's more likely to start a fire, so six of one and half a dozen of the other.
The damp smells very nice, and the jasmine has finally started to send its perfume into the air, so the night is highly, if somewhat complexly, scented. The rain could fall off and on for the next two days. If there's enough of it I can avoid irrigating the plants for at least another week. It's not supposed to get too cold, so I won't need to run the furnace, and thus will save a bit on both the gas and water bills next month. This would be very pleasing.
English people were supposed to murder one another on PBS tonight, but the murderer turned out to be Italian. Not a huge disappointment, but a bit annoying. At least most of the victims were English. Even when murdered by foreigners, the English manage to die with so much originality!
Oh, come on, you know it had to be the Italian! All that passion & stuff. I'm sure the murders were operatic. *g* What show was that?
Jasmine! I can't remember how it smells. The name alone is so pretty.
This meddlesome priest
. The murders (four of them, plus four others attempted) were rather melodramatic, if not entirely worthy of opera. Well, maybe worthy of Monteverdi.
Jasmine smells the way I imagine a seraglio smells, and that is very
is the one and only Father Brown for me! I instantly thought, "Flambeau!" but then couldn't remember why that name came to mind. It's been a long time. Ha. I think I even read some of the Chesterton books back in the day. I do know I read every Agatha Christie I could find at the library.
Jasmine smells like this!Edited at 2016-05-20 09:10 pm (UTC)
So he's like the fake Miss Marple and the fake Sherlock Holmes? I had no idea. I don't recall ever having seen the real
Jasmine doesn't sound as grand as Mozart. To me, it smells much more like this
Yes! There is no Marple but Jane Hickson. I do like Cumberbatch as Holmes, but I admit no other Marple. (I thought Margaret Rutherford was all wrong. Lovable but not right.)
Oh, I do like the Borodin! Spasibo!
To me, Jeremy Brett will always be Sherlock Holmes (and he will also always be Freddy Eynsford-Hill, which makes him a very odd combination of people.)