I started to write, completely lost the thread and deleted it. However, I’ve got to post something now. Otherwise, my half-written and barely half-witted words will appear on RSS feeds and you will think I’m a fool.
I probably will regale you all week with funny stories about vegetables. I apologise.
Our lovely friend Daphne has been staying for the weekend. The only problem about having friends to stay is that you spend so many hours talking that you go to bed very late. And you politely let her use the bathroom first (there is a shower in the bedroom, but a shower is so stimulating that I’d be awake all night) so go to bed even later.
I chose Mark Haddon’s A Spot of Bother on the strength of the line at the top of the page opened at random ‘He’d tried celibacy. The only problem was the lack of sex.’ I’m easily amused, admittedly, and it’s not a new joke, but still worth hearing again. I enjoyed the book and it lasted me most of the journey down to Gloucestershire on Thursday. I passed it on to a friend for her to read on the way back, and started on a biography of Mark Twain. I haven’t finished that yet though.
Did I ever tell you that, as a child, I used to have a dog called Huckleberry? He was lovely. My next dog (if it arrives with me unnamed) will be called Huckleberry.
Right. I think the bathroom is free. It’s Monday morning. I know the time on the post says Sunday night, but that’s because I can’t be bothered to change it.