They were making my children’s play into a movie.
Perhaps it was a slightly peculiar choice, but after all, what do I know?
Big production, too.
It was to be out next July.
Is July a good month for movies? No idea, really.
I had an early draft of the poster, hung in my study.
Perhaps I wasn’t wild about the female lead – very famous Italian comedian I couldn’t quite see in any of the roles – but, again: what do I know?
But never mind: I was so excited about it, and wondered how a movie would impact on my books, my plays, my–
And then I woke up.
I must confess I was a tiny bit disappointed. Yes, the wrong play, the wrong actress – but still. Doesn’t say much for my discriminating sense of art, does it?
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