Feeling sleepy all day as I went to the Oxfam shop yesterday and bought a novel by David Lodge, Paradise Lodge (I love his books) I started reading it after supper and went on till 2am, or later. So good. I am like an alcoholic with a good book, just can`t stop.
Eeerily quiet here this evening no one about. But I have beds made up in the sitting room and the garden room and the proper guest room upstairs, all three arriving late, so I can sit up and start reading again.
There`s been terrible news of the sudden death of one of J`s contemporaries, only forty one years old. I keep remembering her as beautiful seven year old with shining eyes and pink cheeks, in and out of our old house in College Street. Such sadness.