Trying not to melt…

Cooler in Scotland is true however having lovely house cats does limit how far windows can be opened – just like Windows ME for the techies out there…

Relaxing at home between bouts of reading and the need for prostration before the one and only fan I own – and have to share with Belle. I am still, yes still plodding through The Gathering however have found a way to satisfy my need for light relief. Am near the end of The Magician’s Nephew by C. S. Lewis as I restore my knowledge of the series as I prepare to read a book based on the faith journey portrayed through the books, by Rowan Williams – former Archbishop not former Farnborough Sixth Form music teacher…

Preparations are in full swing for Mum to visit. The layer of dust has been removed from the layer of dust it lay upon for at least a year. Seriously, I could have the house condemned! The final shout will be tomorrow when I shall either rise victorious or, please, be discovered – duster in hand – somewhere in the lounge probably with two kittens asleep on my back. Their contribution, not in any way small, is hair – and lots of it. Tempted to hoover them to save time.

Everything has good points, just not always for you. However a single glass of something whilst listening to Xerox the Priest on Classic FM with the girls and watching the sun slowly getting lower in my west study window – that’ll do for now…