Saturday, November 24, 2012
Not waving but...
I don't want to boast - or, yes, I do - I worked out how to do this all by myself. Well... to be strictly accurate, I tried a slight variation on what Mr Life suggested that I do last night, but hey, that didn't work and this DID. [Bows.]
But you will admit: you wouldn't have thought that a sausage would flash before the eyes of a drowning man. (What would, I wonder?)
If you have no idea what I'm talking about, you need to read the previous post. Though only if you want to.
What are you reading these days? I'm re-reading Michael Frayn's wonderful autobiography - more a biography of his father - "My Father's Fortune" - really well-written and extremely interesting to compare with his equally terrific novel "Spies". I love seeing the inner workings of books; and some of the background of "Spies" clearly comes from his own boyhood. I'm also reading Jessica Mitford's collected letters, "Decca". I read lots of diaries and collections of letters and have read various collections of the Mitfords' correspondence. They were an extraordinary lot; and they wrote very entertainingly (including Debo the Duchess of Devonshire, who's still alive). But I'm not sure I'd want to be one of them. It would be a bit emotionally exhausting.
I don't usually have two books on the go but one belongs to a friend so I can't read it in the bath.
Now I really must get back to sorting out Stuff. I have a huge pile of it to my left. Groan.