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Jul. 1st, 2009 02:49 pmUm, book post tomorrow, when I've checked what I read at the weekend...
My teeny bookswapping efforts with someone at work are going well- she liked The Changeover (Mahy, not Jones) and has just lent me an early De Lint.
Had a smashing weekend; a steam train on the mainline, whizzing along at 60 (and scaring sheep and horses and herons who regard diesel trains with scorn), also, a lovely walk on the moor including through an abandoned quarry with huge rocks scattered around, all mysterious in the slight mist (which also kept the temperature down), and bilberries ripe all around the paths, and a peaty stream to balance across on rocks (and Nick Park asked H. to take a photo of him with his family.) And there was a garden centre where I finally got a castor-oil plant for the garden (also a lavatera, some lobelia, a scarlet pink, a campanula, a blue clematis, a lavendar, a cat-scarer and a big bag of manure. But no alyssum, because I had one plant that had actually survived from the seeds I planted earlier, and some little bastard dug it all up last night. Did I mention I got a cat-scarer?) and a kitchen shop with half-price knives, and food.
(Speaking of food, there was a do at lunchtime in our building, and the leftover food just turned up in the staff-room. Profiteroles! Free salmon for supper! There must have been some external bods there, that's all I can say. Oh, yes, and my response on being told of said profiteroles revealed to me that my active vocabulary includes the ejaculation "Heavens to Betsey". Live and learn.)
My teeny bookswapping efforts with someone at work are going well- she liked The Changeover (Mahy, not Jones) and has just lent me an early De Lint.
Had a smashing weekend; a steam train on the mainline, whizzing along at 60 (and scaring sheep and horses and herons who regard diesel trains with scorn), also, a lovely walk on the moor including through an abandoned quarry with huge rocks scattered around, all mysterious in the slight mist (which also kept the temperature down), and bilberries ripe all around the paths, and a peaty stream to balance across on rocks (and Nick Park asked H. to take a photo of him with his family.) And there was a garden centre where I finally got a castor-oil plant for the garden (also a lavatera, some lobelia, a scarlet pink, a campanula, a blue clematis, a lavendar, a cat-scarer and a big bag of manure. But no alyssum, because I had one plant that had actually survived from the seeds I planted earlier, and some little bastard dug it all up last night. Did I mention I got a cat-scarer?) and a kitchen shop with half-price knives, and food.
(Speaking of food, there was a do at lunchtime in our building, and the leftover food just turned up in the staff-room. Profiteroles! Free salmon for supper! There must have been some external bods there, that's all I can say. Oh, yes, and my response on being told of said profiteroles revealed to me that my active vocabulary includes the ejaculation "Heavens to Betsey". Live and learn.)
