Waste of a holiday

[flemmings]

Too cold to go out, even if anything had been open, and good not to torture my swollen knees and spasming thighs with boots. So read a Dalziel and Pascoe detective story and shall not read another, because Dalziel is a Klaus figure- an unlovely abrasive lout whose author thinks him the kewlest thing alive.

Comments

[incandescens]

I would offer to send some books from England, except I'm not sure what to send. I don't suppose there's anything you're currently after?

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the thought, but there's nothing I crave just now. This is just winter cabin fever; and theoretically it's also a chance to discover what treasures lie in those piles of promising books strewn about the house.