We quite by accident discovered the latest Mark Pryor novel "The Book Artist. Of course I grabbed it and spent the last couple of days reading it. Well satisfied. Now I've moved on to one of the earlier Helen Field D.I. Callanach novels "Perfect Prey". I almost hate finishing one of these very readable books, knowing I then have to search another one out.
An excellent luncheon yesterday, marred by a restaurant that appeared to be out of everything. Three of the six of us couldn't
get what we wanted. But we did exchange ATC's and welcomed a new member. They have another luncheon scheduled for next month, but on a day for which I have another commitment.
I haven't been sleeping well lately. Too much pain and general discomfort. Also because it looks like I gave up my duvet a little prematurely. After some really warm days and a very fast melt, ( the river is breaking up at Selkirk), it's now down to double digits at night. Mind you, I was absolutely exhausted yesterday, and spent the evening curled up in my chair, under a quilt, watching a documentary on Prince Charles, followed by two home improvement shows. Not really my taste at all but I must have been dozing off, because I barely remember any of it.
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