Collected my new 'Deirdre Barlow's' today. Here they are in situ. If you click on the snap you can see the hairs growing from the mole on my chin. That is, if you really want to. The camera can be so cruel at one's age.
Lovely dinner chez moi - more a table picnic with Dorothy and Julian last night. Fab Coolea and some great goat cheese, fantastic pata negro jamon from Spain, salad served in my new green glass bowl etc etc. and some great wine brought along by Dorothy and Julian, along with most of the food.
Feeling extremely idle today but back at work tomorrow. Must pack two cases: one for the holiday next week, and one for Hell's Kitchen, since I won't have time to sort things out in between.
Ordered yet another copy of A Confederacy of Dunces to lend out, plus Diary of a Nobody and Mrs Pooter's Diary ditto. Also bought Ken and Thelma - all about Ken Toole and his mother. I spend far too much time on Amazon, probably better than the telly though.
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