90 pages in and I’m thinking this sounds familiar. A quick search of this blog confirmed this to be the case and that I’d felt somewhat disappointed by it on the first reading. So should I abandon this second reading or continue and try to get a better handle on the story? I decided to continue.
As on the first reading I raced through it over two days. And I’m still confused! It’s actually quite intriguing, but ultimately it’s a ‘what was that all about?’ book.
It’s disappointing that yet again I’ve bought a book that I’ve bought and read before – I’ve a shocking memory.
I refuse to buy books from Amazon, so I’ve added menu links to three alternatives. In particular, Blackwell’s appear to be price comparable with the big A.
Game pie for me and bangers & mash for her, and a large Shiraz for me and a ginger beer for her (the driver). And afterwards the ice rink across the road at Hampton Court was empty and tempting but I can imagine the look of horror on my daughter’s face if I had been serious. #oldgeezerbreakslegonicerink
There’s not much chance of me ever rejoining the Labour Party after reading Tom Bower’s controversial hatchet job on Jeremy Corbyn and his Labour Party.
The prospect of another Tory government led by the vacuous Boris Johnson doesn’t seem so end-of-the-world when the alternative is the horrible bunch in the Labour Party.
I’ve had a lovely, relaxing 4 days away in the delightful village of Llanrhaeadr, just inside the Welsh border. This visit was primarily to attend my Aunt Isobel’s funeral, but I was overdue for and ready to come anyway.
This is my lovely Aunty May who I am always happy to spend so much time talking to, about family and things.
She used to make jars of marmalade and jam but now seems to concentrate on pickles!
There’s not much in the way of street lighting in the village, which makes for a slightly creepy but pleasurable night stroll to the pub. The smell of the smoke from the house fires adds to the atmosphere.
ME! In front of the spectacular Pistyll Rhaeadr waterfall, an almost 4-mile walk from the village of Llanrhaeadr.
For my last day in Llanrhaeadr I’ve been on a bus trip to Oswestry. There’s only one bus out, at 10am, and one bus back, at 1:30pm, so I had three hours to fill. This is more than enough! An amble and a tea, cake and browse in the bookshop just about filled my time. A very interesting chat with a villager on the way back made it a worthwhile excursion.
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