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next was astonishing. Patty didn't bother to look up but the man in a pink and lavender overcoat and incongruous looking scarlet turban (how did I miss him in this establishment?), sidled up to me again in the same creepy way he did the last time. 'Dickens, you say?' he asked. 'Show me what you've got' he said without waiting for an answer. What to do? Scream loudly to scare him off for a second time or attempt to sell him the valuables? And was he asking to see the books? Then ...........

Back Door Man - Howlin' Wolf (just in case you thought that it was all heavy metal 😉)

and realised that it was still in the early hours of the morning. Then I realised that Pythagoras did not know where I was. Or for that matter, I didn't know where she was. Was that a man's voice in the background, albeit sleepily, asking what was going on, in an angry tone? I decided that I didn't want to find out so hung up and switched off the phone. Just as I did so the potato dish was served and, fattening or not, potatoes were altogether more important, I decided. Besides which, it wasn't the potatoes themselves that were fattening it was the lashings of fattening accompaniments that lead to weight gain and, still hungry, I neither cared about putting on weight or the admittedly lovely, Pythagoras. I was warm, dry, eating my very favourite dish and with another man-size mug of hot sweet tea I was blissfully happy (and that's all it took, I thought). Just as I was settling down to digest my very marvellous and favourite meal ............

Window cleaner came today. First time in at least 20 years if not 30 we've had a window cleaner. Cleaned the gutters out too. I'm on a roll today!

Ours is decidedly home made but it's stayed up in 90 mile an hour winds so it just needs braced properly and it will continue to serve. It was leaning very dangerously so today was the day.

Not that I'm any good at all in the kitchen but could you make Gazpacho soup during the hot weather. As I understand it you don't have to cook it first and it's best served chilled. I lost my appetite during the scorching weather last year, so have some idea of what it's like. I lost weight too so no bad thing. I do not like the heat at all so am relishing our current cool and rainy weather but it's about time I had a go at making soup, so I'll see what happens.

I persevered with my dedicated Kindle reader and got the book that was crashing my reader to work (see random chat for explanation), and I went outside to save my bird-feeder. This consists of a square pole inside a metal thingy (don't know what it's called) pushed into the ground, with curly book shelf brackets at the top. Our tree had grown through the curly brackets and had loosened the pole. I liberated the tree from the pole and hammered in some dowling to keep the pole straight.That will do until I confer with my brother and come up with a more elegant/practical solution. Now for some floor cleaning.

Re-downloading the book didn't work and it was working on all my other Kindle apps. What's the problem? Then it hit me, I removed all the books that I have read from my Kindle reader and that worked. Yay, me!

Just bought, The Melancholy of Resistance, Laszlo Krasznarhorkai, in paper back, Under Ground by E S Thomson and Letters from Life: Words to feed your heart and soul by Becky Hemsley. All paper this time.

Rocket Man (I Think It's Going To Be A Long, Long Time) - Elton John

truck-driver's portion of all things potato and a truck-driver's size mug of builder-strength very hot sweet tea. Just waiting for these made me feel better and I decided that I was going to eat myself into oblivion, until ................

This is Becky's first book. I first came across Becky's poetry when one of her most popular poems popped up on my Instagram. It struck home so I copied it, with her name at the end of it, and pasted into the about section on my Facebook page. I forgot all about it until a FB friend of mine posted another poem of hers and that struck home also. I determined to find out about her and bought Into The Wild. Her poems seem simple but are also profound and provoke such strong emotions! I saw one on her FB page and had tears welling up, and I am not the type of person to do that. This is the poem I first saw (posted with the poet's permission): Breathe She sat at the back and they said she was shy, She led from the front and they hated her pride, They asked her advice and then questioned her guidance, They branded her loud, then were shocked by her silence, When she shared no ambition they said it was sad, So she told them her dreams and they said she was mad, They told her they'd listen, then covered their ears, And gave her a hug while they laughed at her fears, And she listened to all of it thinking she should, Be the girl they told her to be best as she could, But one day she asked what was best for herself, Instead of trying to please everyone else, So she walked to the forest and stood with the trees, She heard the wind whisper and dance with the leaves, She spoke to the willow, the elm and the pine, And she told them what she'd been told time after time, She told them she felt she was never enough, She was either too little or far far too much, Too loud or too quiet, too fierce or too weak, Too wise or too foolish, too bold or too meek, Then she found a small clearing surrounded by firs, And she stopped...and she heard what the trees said to her, And she sat there for hours not wanting to leave, For the forest said nothing, it just let her breathe. Highly recommended

in power. The shock nearly killed me! I put the newspaper down and succeeded in regaining my equilibrium, in the heat. I really like it here, I thought as my eyes started to close. Then ………

The Man Who Sold The World - David Bowie

I found myself in a right bad temper last night. I was happily wrestling with Laszlo Krasznahorkai on Kindle when I decided to look ahead and see if this section was broken up into chapters or was one long section and the stupid Kindle kept crashing. I had to wait for it to reload itself and it took me several attempts (because I was thoroughly immersed in reading the book) at that before I realised that I should delete the e-book altogether and then reload it, which I did and that worked. 'You don't get this with paper books!' I fumed and promptly bought the paper book. I've calmed down now and that's the only trouble I've had with Kindle since I bought it last year. I'm happy to have the paper version and think that from now on I'll just buy the paper version of Krasznahorkai's books so that I don't get interrupted, I was very deeply into the book (I don't read in waiting rooms because I get so deeply into a book I don't hear my name being called!). Rant over.

I'm sorry for your loss, Hayley.

watches for sale. '*&@%$$ off' I swore at him and, pulling my coat tighter around me, walked off into the rainy nightmare. So much for rest and relaxation I thought. Never mind, if I remember rightly there's a very nice Choke and Puke not far from here and I'll be able to get out of the rain at least. Sure enough, just round the corner Cheryl Choke and Patty Puke had opened, and then exended since my last visit, an all night eating establishment selling everything in the way of potato with accompanying side dishes and much in the way of hot, sweet builder-strength tea. Just what I needed! Taking off my wet coat and Fedora hat (which I had clearly acquired surreptitiously from somewhere, probably Flora's, and was convinced that it would not re-Fedora itself) I settled into a high backed settle and perused the menu. Sheryl and Patty liked their establishment to be well heated so it wasn't long before I was dry, my coat was dry and to my astonishment, the Fedora not only dried but did indeed re-Fedora itself. The potato fare was absolutely exceptional. Very soon I was feeling very happy indeed, having regained my former bath-time relaxation. Then I remembered why it was so difficult to leave Scotland. I sighed and opened a newspaper, then .......................

I might just! 😁

My tentative plan, for it's only rolling around in my mind so far, is : I'll grapple with Nietszche (lived during the Victorian era, so a connection if a little tentative) I have 2 different versions of A Picture of Dorian Gray (The Original 1890 Uncensored Edition and The Expanded and Revised 1891 Edition) both by Oscar Wilde that I thought I'd read. I have read it before but such a long time ago I think that it's worth reading again and I do like an uncensored version. As for poetry, well I have The Penguin Book of Victorian Verse. Than should keep me occupied for a while! All subject to change, of course. 😉

kidding? No, I just want a hot bath, a good shave and some peace and quiet.' I replied. I bought my toilette goods, hired a towel (a very big towel), a bath robe (a very big bath robe), pool shoes and a mirror and was shown into a private - no sharing for me, I wasn't joking when I said I wanted peace and quiet - room containing a bath, already running and clearly scalding hot and therefore much steam, which, as we all know, is good for the sinuses. And there I stayed, pondering my belly-button, until I was wrinkly in a too-long-in-the-bath way and a decided shade of unflattering pink. I would have stayed there too, having thought myself out of all stress and strife and having digested my chips, red chilli sauce, and side of peas. I then realised that I was, once again, hungry, so, reluctantly, I had to get out of the bath and dry myself. When I left my private room I remonstrated with reception about not being served food on demand, reception told me that they did not have the staff for that and anyway if they did that nobody would get out of the bath ever and then Flora's Wash Up Den would be out of business in a very short time. As it was, reception thought that 5 hours in a scalding hot bath was long enough for anybody, and yes, I was welcome to talk to management about it but I'd have to come back when it wasn't 3am and dark because management ................................. At this point I lost interest and went to look for an all night diner, should Wigtown have one. Just as I was turning up my collar against the rain ('does it ever stop', I thought and then remembered why it was I had left Scotland altogether) just then ......................

I love rolling paper beads. Haven't made anything with them yet

Currently reading The Melancholy of Resistance by Laszlo Krasznahorkai

Blue Moon - Elvis Presley et al

the lobby I found Gunnar Sorensen. I recognised him from his picture on the back of the book. I asked him to sign the book, which he did, and then went in search of whomsoever it was that was to buy the book. After a while I found 'Arfur Chance (really? Yes, really. I was premature .....................) who appraised the book volubly. I held my breath as I waited, far too long in my opinion but I wanted a good appraisal and felt that I would have to wait until he was all faffed out, however long that took. Soon a crowd had gatherd and the bids started. As the price climbed I pointed out that the book had been signed and one bidder out-bid the rest with an amount that brought a gasp from the whole crowd. 'Arfur looked pointedly at me and asked if I'd accept. 'Absolutely' I replied and, long story short, I took the moeny and run. 'This will do me' I thought 'and stuff the wife'. Then ...............

I started yesterday with De Profundis by Oscar Wilde. Finished it yesterday so I'm counting it as part of the Victorian read.