I have found the cigarette pen that Ruthie and I had so much fun posing with in her jeep, pretending to be smokers, and also the fabulous cowboy hat ashtray she gave me. So now I really feel my dressing table is complete. When I was walking through the park that is a stone’s throw from my new place this morning I felt a sudden surge of happiness. I am truly in the right place for me, right now.
Tonight I will have an evening of self-indulgence. I shall make Joan’s Beetroot Salad and watch her and James Mason in The Reckless Moment. I haven’t seen this for over 20 years and am intrigued to see if the scene that has stuck in my mind ever since is just as I remembered it.
Joan Bennett is dragging a body along a beach wearing the most divine sunglasses ever. The thing I remember about the scene (apart from the accessories) is the absence of music. It was such a dramatic moment and it seemed all the more ghoulish because all that was on the soundtrack was the sound of Joan’s efforts to get rid of some evidence… We shall see.
