todayiamadaisy | Love at the Ritz

I have been to the theatre, f-list. Whoever programs the season at the local theatre (the Lighthouse, we are supposed to call it now) is really working a theme this year. The last play I saw was called The Merger, about a small country town taking in some refugees in order to get enough players for a football team. The play I saw the other day was Australia Day, about a small country town planning its Australia Day festivities. I have been mulling over why I didn't like Australia Day very much, and I have come to the conclusion that I suspect the playwright hasn't set foot in a country town in thirty years. The play is clearly set in the present (it mentions current events), but the town and the local characters come from a generation ago. In the unlikely event either of those plays come your way, The Merger is my recommendation.

I came home from work one day last week to find a mystery object, a little white box, on the kitchen bench. I knew my mother had been in during the day, so I thought she had dropped it. Only when I rang and told her, she said, "Oh, no, it's not mine. I found that on the floor near the bookshelf." So it's mine, and I've got no idea what it is. What has this fallen off, f-list?

Little white box, with a match for size: