Oh dear! What book shall I read next. I have far too many open at the moment and I should be concentrating on just one. Actually I have just finished the Spike/Robert letters and have started on the proper Robert Graves Biography but so many other things are distracting me. That together with a whirlwind of social engagements this weekend (mostly courtesy of my daughter's friends it must be said) I am quite tired out, and then today I have been driving all over the North West trying to find a decent pie ... er ... actually not a pie but something actually productive in terms of what I am actually employed to do. If I said The Simpsons that might be too much of a clue as to what it was.
A financial advantage again this month so I might perrchayse one of those silvery, music-disk thingies again. I'll et you know when I've worked out how to get the needle on it and there will be a review forthcoming.
Another weekend, another trip to the beach, another dead seagull. Oh ... and a starfish. Actually several which my daughter decided needed t...