I give thanks for making my bed with clean linen...sorting out the laundry and day's catering from odds and ends to hand, and then lying on the sofa catching up with snoozes and recorded radio and TV. For thus being introduced to the Lemon Twigs who kind of sound like the Beach Boys or Bread but are still teenagers (or only just not) right now...and a new dessert that's a trifle nice with sponge soaked in ginger cordial and whisky liqueur topped with chopped pear, custard and cream.
I give thanks for BBC4's Saturday night import slot. I'm very taken with the new French offering - nicely filmed, and nicely layered too so there's humour and everyday life among the suspense, cops and bodies. For an atmospheric new novel passed on from Ann...
I give thanks for neighbourhood peacefulness (so far) and, in between bouts of delicious idleness, getting an agreeable accumulation of tasks done, including solving the puzzle of how to construct a particular crossword clue. This is always most satisfying!
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