At last it is raining, hopefully it will carry on all night and maybe tomorrow, sinking into the sandy soil to be sucked up by grateful roots.
It said in the Guardian it has been raining on the Isle of Skye for the last 47 days, maybe that is a bit much I suppose.
The Los Angeles fires are on the news, Athens too, but maybe the result of arson. Sometimes, it seems, they start these fires to get rid of protected trees so then they can build houses. Bastards
Now they [TV] are talking up swine flu again, why do I watch the News, it is rarely fun
This morning I went to the monthly textile group meeting, no doubt it was very ordinary but by the time I got home I was screaming with frustration. There is a lot to be said for the artist isolated in the traditional garret. I am tempted but I guess I would soon be screaming with sense deprivation I suppose.
To cheer me up we went out for a curry. We both took books so we could relax without having to endlessly entertain each other after all there is no good news. I have started the new Sebastian Faulks, a "Week in December" which promises much cleverness, but decided i needed to be gripped by a more demanding plot so started the new John Harvey "Far Cry" which is definitely all consuming.
Haven't seen the new Ian Rankin yet, the reviews haven't been totally enthusiastic, and i didn't think much of his last caper, so I am feeling the loss of poor Rebus.
The new Lee Child is also available in hard back, but they are such a frantic, tense read that I hate to spend all that money when it will all be over so quickly.
