If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour!
Quote Act i. Scene 1. Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare.
It was a busy week-end. I'm still recovering. It started when we went to check out an old upright piano a work colleague was offering to give away. (A bit worn and in need to service so we continue to hunt for a suitable model.) Then the under nine cricket season got underway on Saturday with an 8.30 am start. Not that I have anything to do with it, and neither do the other mothers by all reports. Attendance was strictly lads and dads. Little Wanna and I raced off to the Girls Grammar fete... well, actually, the book stall. Not quite so good this year, or was it that we have moved on from picture books to chapter books and were just more selective? Anyway, the search is half the fun. We scored ten books including a hard-cover single volume of the complete first series of the
Deltora Quest by Emily Rodda, a few BabySitters Club paperbacks and a pop-up fairy book among other gems
. Then we screeched home, grabbed the others and dropped the children at their cousins' house so the Strong Silent One and I could go to see the Bell Shakespeare Company performance of
Twelfth Night as a celebratory wedding anniversary outing. Amazingly we got there early and had half an hour to kill. So what could be more romantic than popping in to the Civic Library before the show! He logged on and reserved a book and I found a copy of a novel I had been searching for and we generally mooched about browsing the shelves. A day happily book-ended.
