"I hate facts!"--Summer Magic
Flew back to Toronto on the previous day.
Dreamed of coming to a place where John was being held hostage(?); singing "Love Me Tender" and causing some nearby people to applaud; comparing mystery tours (as in the Beatles song "Magical Mystery Tour") to the surprise package advertised in comic books; the Shakespeare line from The Tempest "Come unto these yellow sands, and then take hands."
Woke up around 05:00.
While I was away several magazines arrived: Harper's, Vanity Fair, Radar and Games.
Got a start on watching the six DVDs that arrived from zip.ca. In the afternoon I saw the Hayley Mills Disney musical Summer Magic, which I'd previously seen on TV as a kid. Pretty thin, and I only remembered one song: the one that went "She thinks she's the Pink of Perfection!"
Dinner was scalloped potatoes and ham.
In the evening I saw Alfred Hitchcock's film of Daphne du Maurier's Jamaica Inn. A cheesy adaptation, with Charles Laughton's worst performance.
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