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A Book on a Chair….

…and so I decided that I wasn’t going to write another post until I finished the book that I began reading way back HERE. Honestly, I have never taken so long to finish a very good book, but 2020 happened and proved to be something of a distraction.

Middle England

Chapter 26 provides a laugh out loud moment. And there is also a peripheral character with a penchant for calligraphy. But mostly it’s about the past that never was, and the impossible dreams we weave for a future knitted with nostalgia. Oh, and there might be some talk of Brexit. I loved it – Jonathan Coe at his best. I wonder if he’ll write a book about the pandemic? I hope so.
As you can see the chair has moved into the kitchen. Gripping stuff – well, I had to do something during lockdown.

Meanwhile, huge excitement!!! I have some garden pics!!!!! I actually managed to take a pic of the blossom on my cherry tree before it all fell off.

Cherry Blossom

Yes, there is Sid in the background. AND, I found a filter especially designed for estate agents on my iPad…

Estate Agent Filter

…which makes my garden look about ten times bigger than it actually is. Yay! I have extensive grounds!

Finally, I have some pics of flowers to pretty up my blog a little…

Flowers

Flowers

Next time: A dubious sod; a wax effigy; a bad knee; a decision to be made; and the tale of the woebegone soul. And maybe some more flowers.

A bit blowy….

I

am staying indoors today as it is a bit blowy outside. I have brought my trampoline indoors as I don’t want it to take flight and interfere with the life-stock in the neighbouring fields.

I also have a cold coming on, which is obviously THE MOST terrifying thing ever. My rational side is telling me that it is just a bug and I will be over it by next Sunday. My irrational side is somewhat louder and is yelling: I AM GOING TO DIE AND WHO IS GOING TO FEED THE DOG???????? No, seriously, who is going to feed the dog???

Meanwhile, at the beginning of every new year I resolve to read more books, meaning I devour a book in January, and then fall asleep in front of the television for the following 11 months. This year I have started to read my book in February, it is Middle England by Jonathan Coe, and so far I am enjoying it very much. This line touched a nerve:-

…a perverse effort to recapture the past by realizing his past’s vision of the future…

Which may be what the book is really ALL about as it is about Brexit.

And so to the music….