I am notoriously itchy around trampolines (I've seen too many bloody noses on them!) and is it me, or is that trampoline perched at a precarious angle? oh! CHILDREN! WATCH OUT! BE CAREFUL! right. that's IT. Everybody OFF now and sit down and be quiet and still. *sigh* mummy needs to lie down in a dark room with a damp flannel over her eyes.
See, for me, spring and summer is full of hazards.
Expatriate English woman currently living in Aarhus with family (spouse and three children). Arrived nearly five years ago on path to repatriating to West after long sojourn of 15 years in Cairo. Not sure that repatriation was such a good idea. It was responsible, but there's such a thing as being too responsible. It is so much fun living in the not-real world.
The Spy Who Came In from the Cold, by John Le Carre. A beautiful short novel. Orwellian, now I come to think of it, but better written. Incredibly black, and very powerful.
The Sword in the Stone, by T. H. White. First part of 'The Once and Future King'. Was slow to get into it. Very beautiful, and a book full of love, with marvellous technique.
The Giver, by Lois Lowry. Fun teen version of 'Brave New World'. A bit like the Midwith Cuckoos, John Wyndham (wh I'd like to re-read).
Henning Mankell, The Man Who Smiled. Fun. You enjoy all the characters in the police office in this. He's a good writer.
Wolf Hall, by Hilary Mantel. Have got stalled halfway through. Very, very good, but it works up steam slowly and hard to interrupt.
Old Filth, by Jane Gardam. The most wonderful novel. Do not be discomposed, Filth = 'Failed in London, Try Hong Kong'. Reading it again, and it is even better. She is a magician.
Blogs I read: Middle East news, and various weird that appeal
I am notoriously itchy around trampolines (I've seen too many bloody noses on them!) and is it me, or is that trampoline perched at a precarious angle? oh! CHILDREN! WATCH OUT! BE CAREFUL! right. that's IT. Everybody OFF now and sit down and be quiet and still. *sigh* mummy needs to lie down in a dark room with a damp flannel over her eyes.
ReplyDeleteSee, for me, spring and summer is full of hazards.
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