First task in the morning- almost - am getting back to routine - holidays and visitors are mostly behind us. Colette is away for a few days. She's coming back, then will go again for another while.
Today am attending to business things which are in the way of writing.
Yesterday enjoyed a readathon, two books, Bernhard Schlink's Homecoming (which I'd started the day before) - surprised to find myself back on topic without any difficulty, with regard to my novel, I mean - and rather wonderfully, Rex Fairburn A Kind of Biography, a big illustrated book by Helen and James McNeish, which was lent to me by a friend. Plenty of poetry there. I'll write more about that next time, maybe tonight if I can manage it, if not tomorrow.