I absolutely forced Roses to have dinner with me tonight.  She protested, but I wouldn’t let her go and plied her with much wine, then roast duck breast.

I spent an hour or so this afternoon taking books off shelves, to put on the book stall I’m running tomorrow.  The boot and back seat of the car are full, and this evening I’ve unloaded, from the shelves in the kitchen, nearly fifty of my cookery books.  I’ve had to put up a mental barrier, but it needed to be done.  Some of them need a wipe, actually, I must remember to take a damp cloth with me in the morning.

Stevo emptied another shed – we’re getting on very well.

I didn’t sleep until after 3 this morning, for no reason that I can see.  So I’m having an early night now.