At lunch I nip into town to get the new Maximo Park album. I’ve heard that it isn’t very good but we’re off to see them next week and I need to gen up. Then I watch the highlights of the Ipswich debacle on the internet. I have to concede that L was right after all, Chelsea Dagger is a football chant, for some unknown reason the Ipswich fans keep singing it.
L’s been trawling around town for weeks trying to get a nub for Son’s PSP but no one knows what she’s talking about. Decide to assist and soon find it on the internet. Its real name is an ‘analogue stick thumb control’. It’s a shame our computer games wiz of a Son isn’t internet savvy.
Drive home and decide to risk the road works. No hold-ups at all. Reason being they’ve taken the roundabout out; the road now goes straight through, you can still turn left but not right at Bardill’s. Makes a hell of a difference. They don’t have to do any work on it; just leave the cones there, it works as it is.
Pick up Doggo and back over to Derby for dog class. There’s a new surface on the horse arena that looks as if someone has emptied dozens of hoover bags across the floor. Training goes well. Could it be a good season? I’m sure Doggo will prove my optimism is unfounded.
Get home and we indulge in Madame Bovary part two. The story goes like this; Emma Bovary marries a staid and conventional country doctor. Although he adores her, she is unwilling to accept the dull confines of her marriage. She quickly gets bored and longs for a more passionate life. First, she flirts with a law student in town. Next she takes a lover. When he refuses to run away with her, the selfishly unprincipled Emma gets her kit off for the law clerk instead. Through all this she is spending money like it's going out of fashion; the debts mount and this, together with her self-deluding love affairs lead her to tragedy.
Her motivation for all this is sometimes unfathomable. She has it made at home really and at the start she didn’t even appear to enjoy sex at all. She certainly didn’t like the rough variety churned out originally by her husband but then demanded it from her two lovers.
All in all though it was very enjoyable but for a story based in France it was very English with an Australian lead actress.
In one scene, Madame Bovary's lover strips her naked against a tree, which is a prelude to her getting a good al-fresco stuffing. Not sure the original book was so racy but it's a nice, if slightly odd, touch that makes we want to pause the DVD and jump on top of L there and then. Except that her broken rib might object!
L confides that she liked the tree scene too. We briefly consider the apple tree in the garden but in the end retire to the bedroom to brush up on our French.
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