Yesterday I spent most of my day - after a morning of housework - lying down, dozing, and watching junk TV. I tried to watch a movie by John Patrick Shanley, Wild Mountain Thyme, that failed to sustain my interest, although there were some lovely shots of Ireland, but I'm wary of a film in which a dead character narrates a story that tries to be romantic but ends up as twee fakelore.
Stick to the beautiful folksong, "Wild Mountain Thyme."