notes from the country 3
i pull myself together when the film ends and then watch a programme about a female composer.
she sits in her beautiful house and discusses a film that she scored. there is a giant copper R on a shelf behind her, a posh i-mac, and a lot of books.
the room is flooded with the kind of golden light that is no stranger to country mansions.
i am horribly jealous as she cleverly demonstrates the "tearful effect" on a baby grand.
i then decide that:
A. she is wet
B. i need more cheese and crackers.