Half-way through Sebastian Barry's The Sacred Scripture, and it is a powerful and intriguing book. After coming in from a couple of hours of gardening chores, I was all prepared to return to it. However, it is Sunday, and both my body and my mind felt they needed a rest so I turned to a movie I have seen more than a few times based upon a book that I have read at least three times that I can recall. Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons is a most-hilarious satirical treatment of the dense delights of doom penned by D.H. Lawrence and Thomas Hardy. Recently orphaned socialite Flora Poste must find a way to stretch her meager finances so she decides to live with a relative until her great novel comes together. She descends to the deepest Sussex to her distant relations at Cold Comfort Farm and immediately sets about re-ordering (or re-writing) their miserable lives. Have you seen something nasty in the woodshed? Read it. See it. Most satisfying. Just like the Sunday comfort food I am about to prepare. Bless you, day of rest.