"Cops aren't lawyers, Mr. Wyler. We just bring 'em in, we don't cook 'em"--Murder One
Dreamed of Britain's tabloid press reporting a non-existent story on the Duke of Cambridge getting into a fight in his school days, in Canada during winter.
Started spading the garden. (Yesterday I spread peat moss on it.) Next year I think we'll focus on potatoes.
Dinner was beef stew.
At opera rehearsal, we went through all of Lucia di Lamermoor. Giuseppe's concerned that we're behind schedule. (Adolfo's a bit of a perfectionist, which can slow things down.) Next week we'll finally get started on The Merry Widow.
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