"He broke the law when he was born! His parents were not married"--Major Barbara
Knocked my forehead against the wall in the middle of the night.
Met Mrs. Vickers and took a picture of her. (She also took one of me.)
Went to the Hayward Gallery and saw an exhibit of photographs by Soviet avant-gardist Alexander Rodchenko.
Took a train to Hampton Court, which I'd only been to once before. Among other things, I explored the famous hedge maze. (Frankly, the whole place is like one big maze!) I'd bought a new issue of Private Eye magazine, but I left it there somewhere.
Dinner was KFC.
Went to see the George Bernard Shaw play Major Barbara at the National Theatre, directed by the great Nicholas Hytner. It's a very smart, knowing satire.
My TV set conked out Friday night. Today I told the desk clerk and he came to may room and fixed it. (It had something to do with the cable connection, I think.)
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