Liz Moody’s Dulwich Life is written by Anna Sayburn, inspired by Gainsborough’s portrait Mrs Moody and Her Children. It imagines how Mrs Moody might live today.
Saturday 12 April
Blimey what a hangover. Fortunately Sonja was able to ferry the boys around to their various activities, and Mr M spent the day on the golf course. I spent most of the day experimentally opening an eyelid, wincing, and closing it again.
Mary and Elizabeth L and I went to the official first night of Sarah S’s play last night. And to the party afterwards. Now, I know it was supposed to be Macbeth, but most of my memory of the actual show is a bit of a blur. Why were they all in Nazi uniforms? I thought it was meant to be Scottish. I remember Sarah trying to explain that her Lady M was based on Eva Braun, which was very hard on her because of the horrible lace-up shoes and the rather brutal haircut. She’s upset that not even the Evening Standard has suggested she’s having an affair with Jude, seeing as they usually say that about all his leading ladies. She blames the haircut.
Anyway, they had industrial-strength cocktails at the party. Sarah was drowning her sorrows at not being romantically linked to Jude Law. Mary was drowning her sorrows at having been eliminated from the reality TV show Make Me a Musical Porn Star, for being insufficiently weepy when she explained why she wanted to win. Elizabeth was drowning her sorrows because her vile playwright boyfriend has been seeing an actress behind her back. My sorrows mainly consist of Mr M’s continuing economy drive, which means I can’t have a Chanel classic handbag, even though they’re clearly a great investment. That’ll do, I thought, and joined the general drowning.
Photo: Thanks to kspoddar on Flickr
