I've been having a very quiet time over the last few days, sometimes quiet because I'm actually asleep.
In between z's I've been catching up on reading the pile of unread books which had reached my knees. It's reminded me how much idiot characters annoy me - I don't suffer even fictional fools gladly. Latest example is a story where a Chicago cop and a Russian mafioso are having an affair, and in the book I'm reading they've so far had sex twice without advancing the plot one iota. Why? It's supposed to be a detective story - OK with porny leanings but even so.
Yesterday was good; I had breakfast with
gloria1 then noodled about in a charity shop for a bit without buying anything and then made my way down to my hairdresser to see if he could see me and do something about my wild and woolly locks. He could if I was prepared to wait for a bit, so I went and had a coffee and when I came back he cut my hair. So I have a new coiffure for the New Year. Go me!
In between z's I've been catching up on reading the pile of unread books which had reached my knees. It's reminded me how much idiot characters annoy me - I don't suffer even fictional fools gladly. Latest example is a story where a Chicago cop and a Russian mafioso are having an affair, and in the book I'm reading they've so far had sex twice without advancing the plot one iota. Why? It's supposed to be a detective story - OK with porny leanings but even so.
Yesterday was good; I had breakfast with
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