There is a lot of biting in this.
Some books, you know that if you so much as pick them up, the rest of the afternoon, the rest of the weekend, will just disappear. If they’re the first in the a series, make that a fortnight you’ve just lost. And yet you open them anyway…
(I didn’t get this in Asda for £1.99. I got it in a charity shop for 50p.)
There’s nothing like Timelord fashion. There’s nothing like Timelord fashion. And one of these days I will actually finish this jumper.
Violet Trefusis’ roman à clef, and interesting to read in conjunction with Orlando. What really happened with Vita Sackville-West? I’m not sure that we find out from this, but it’s fun to wonder.
I have no actual broderie anglaise, so I’ve used English paper piecing instead.
Nobody has opinions on coffee the way a cyclist does. I should probably point out that the only thing in this picture that belongs to me is the coffee pot (there are some cyclists who don’t actually like coffee); but the book was a present from me.
One of these days I will get around to buying a hardback copy of Veronica at the Wells and ditching that horrible paperback anthology. The irony is that Veronica is probably my favourite of the whole series – either that or No Castanets – but every time I think about it I end up buying one of the later ones, which I haven’t read, instead. But they’re not nearly so good.
The unrivalled travel companion for voyagers in unknown (but strangely familiar!) far away (not far enough!) lands. Diana Wynne Jones was brilliant.