So it begins...

Becky dyed her hair really dark brown, and I really like it. She doesn’t. I actually said to her (pre-dye) “Don’t dye your hair again, you won’t like it, and you’ll say it’s too dark”. Her reason for not liking it: Too dark.

Becky tucked Joni in as I watched secretly, it made me so happy but then, more strongly, sad, in a sort of Mary-Poppins way (a film which makes me cry, for the same mixed up reasons), a “lost childhood” feeling, the desire for security, for everything to make sense? To be tucked in by someone else, everybody’s dream. Would Death itself be easier to face if you were tucked in on your Deathbed?

Watched “The silence” tonight, very explicit for it’s time we thought. B&W Boobies! We're going through a lot of Bergman's Films, I've enjoyed "Winter light" by the Director the most (so far), the idea that pervades throughout being Gods Silence.