I’m frightfully grumpy; Kate Shrewsday, that razor-sharp mind and – by far – the most eloquent blogger I’ve ever come across, has – just like that – announced her last post. Short of boarding a plane for London, there’s diddly-squat I can do about the matter. I’m bristling with crossness; fit to be tied, really…
I quite forgot what I was going to blog about today. Wind gone from my sails, as it were.
Here you go, then; went to the Exclusive Books sale yesterday and showed admirable restraint. Most exciting purchase was ‘Feeding Desire’; 288 pages of stuff about the ‘Tools of the Table’. The House &Leisure special edition Food issue … total waste of R40 and the irritation of Trevor Noah bleating his CellC piffle at one as one opens the book. *grump factor increases*
Oh, and, because Mandy in Mauritius mentioned them, and because the people at work have remarked on them, a few of my pairs of specs. I collect them and have them in most colours. I co-ordinate them with my shoes and handbags, which strikes many people as quite bizarre.
Nothing more to say today, I reckon I’ll go out into the garden.
Drown my sorrows and try to formulate some way of getting Kate to change her mind.