Madness

Things going in both directions at once today. On the one hand I've decided there's nothing going on and it doesn't matter, on the other I invited her to the opera, on impulse.

She came over to talk to me about another application form she wants me to help her with and we got talking about her phone bill (she got scammed by one of those trojan programmes that makes your computer dial a premium rate number), women's propensity to talk for hours on the phone, men's propensity to sit on the sofa and watch TV, housework obsession and a variety of other issues. I agreed to look over her form at the weekend and mentioned I was going to the opera on Saturday to see "Turandot" - she said she'd never been to the opera and I suggested that as it was generally full of singing dancing, colour, and drama, with ridiculous plots, it bore considerable resemblance to the Bollywood movies she likes. And furthermore, that she could come and see The Magic Flute with me if she played her cards right.

I didn't specify what playing her cards right would entail, and she didn't ask. Actually it consists of saying "yes" and turning up on the day, so nothing too onerous.

So that may have been way too much, or on the other hand perhaps not. I certainly felt better for having taken some sort of action rather than just sitting waiting.

And now I have an e-mail from her here on my home PC - I'm actually not sure whether this was sent before or after we spoke, but it's got a teasing sort of tone to it that certainly works for me. It started "I hope you don't think..." in the title, all I could see before opening it, before proceeding "...that I'm harassing you" in the body of the text. There's so many distressing ways that sentence could have ended - surely she's doing this on purpose?

Now I have to figure out how to reply to it. Damn.

Went to see "Dog Day Afternoon" with Mrs K at the NFT. What a good film! Nothing tricksy or arty about it, just a solid, gripping piece of work; plenty of laughs, and a lot to think about as well. Pacino seemed too pretty and charismatic for the role but apparently the real-life protagonist John Wojtowicz on whom the film is based looked strikingly similar, so there you have it.