Dreamed of Father getting a small house just north of Queensway; a tray of ice cubes, a couple of which had bits of toilet paper inside.
Saw the cinemacast of the Met production of Rossini's La Cenerentola. This opera started half an hour early, so of course I ended up in the front rows. (Next year, I'm going to see the rebroadcasts instead of the first showings!) A superb production, well mounted by Sharon Thomas. I especially liked the relationship between Dandini and Prince Ramiro.
Father made lobster rolls, but I've decided I can't stand them (too much mayonnaise, overtoasted buns), so I ended up eating at KFC instead.
My mattress arrived, but it turned out to be too big, so we'll have to exchange it. The thing is that I'd removed the bedclothes already, so I have to make my bed again! (Hope deferred maketh the heart sick.)
I spoke too soon. They brought the right mattress (XL double instead of queen size) the same evening!
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