I caught a bus the other day and was chatting to its driver. In the course of our conversation it was rather disconcerting to be asked 'if there was anything coming that way' when he was at a junction. He was a lovely chap though, even if I did spend the rest of my ride… Continue reading Commas and Archbishops: a ramble
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Recountings: … and then there’s the bit I can’t read
*** Ahoy! Spoilers Ahead *** I like this book, I really do. However, there is a scene in it that I can't make myself read. It is neither gross nor gory (c'mon, I won the prize for most gore in a story when I was a wee wittle girl), nor against my principles (there's no… Continue reading Recountings: … and then there’s the bit I can’t read
Recountings: A Dash of Heyer
Do you know what I feel like? Cosying up to a nice Georgette Heyer book. I've been rereading 'The Corinthian'. I brought it to work to read in my lunch break. (I'm not paid to read Georgette Heyer's books, though wouldn't that be glorious?!). And of course I laughed. Or rather, muffled a laugh (I'm… Continue reading Recountings: A Dash of Heyer
Recountings: A Damsel in Distress
A Damsel in Distress But today he had noticed from the moment he had got out of bed that something was amiss with the world. Either he was in the grip of some divine discontent due to the highly developed condition of his soul, or else he had a grouch. One of the two. I… Continue reading Recountings: A Damsel in Distress
‘Sup, Sistah!
I have been tagged by the wonderful katiescottage and have faithfully filled out her questions: 1.) Do you enjoy horseback riding? Yes. I love it. I used to have riding lessons. But then I fell ill, stayed in bed, got out of bed, had a lesson in the rain, got yelled at in the rain… Continue reading ‘Sup, Sistah!
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