Today I have had a haircut. We went to Maldon, but there was nowhere to park. I spent the afternoon listening to Glinka's opera, A Life for the Tsar; but since I doubt that that will be of much interest to the Gentle Reader, I do not dwell upon it here. He can investigate it himself if he is particularly interested.
The Gentle Reader may be aware that I am in the process of reading St Francis de Sales' six-hundred page theological Treatise On the Love of God. I shall endeavour to refrain from commenting upon it until I have finished it; but my intention is to provide you with a review of the book and the translation when I do get to the end of it.
God bless you.