Up. Mass. Church cleaning. Mushroom omelette. Slept!   (Getting old)

Played around with words for poem for next TMA.

Then I read all afternoon and until now (gone 9pm) (Heated up beef casserole from freezer for evening meal.)

The book was Philippa Gregory’s The Little House which J and I have both read before but had forgotten about. We both loved it.

I finished Sansom’s Revelation the other day, but that was a book I COULD put down. It’s about a mediaeval detective. Sansom is a brilliant researcher, and the story was fascinating, but his vocabulary is risible (good word!) His favourite expression is ‘he said quietly‘ with ‘he smiled sadly’ coming a close second. It really got on my nerves.

So now I’m bookless. Think I’ll go for a Deaver next. It’s a while since I read about dear old Rhyme.