Very satisfying.. what's very satisfying, I hear you think to yourselves? Finding a new author, that's what is satisfying. She couldn't just sit twiddling her thumbs waiting for Quentin Jardine and Daniel Silva to write a new book could she, so she went off on the hunt for another author and..
By jove, I think she's got it! Or rather him! A new, to her, author by the name of Robert Goddard. Well, she thinks he's a he.. P.D James, whom a lot of people thought was a he, was not.. so it he might not be either.
Anyway, the book she read from start to finish last night.. 'Beyond Recall' had as many twists and turns as a Cornish lane, as well it, might being partly set in the land beyond the Tamar.
She turned her reading light off at one of the morning clock, I had gone to sleep many hours before that. It is always a pleasant thing to find a writer who has learnt his craft, the plot clever, the grammar correct, tale feasible, with enough action and suspence and twists so that the reader can't quite get the answer until the end.
She's pleased to see that he has written several books, for there are thirteen titles listed in the front of the one she read last night, which was published in 1997, so he may have written lots more! She's got a trolley load of library books to exchange today so we'll report back later.
Why are we up so early? I know.. it is very strange, especially as the day is SO dismal! Ugh.. dreary flat pale grey sky, it is wet under foot.. the Asparagus will be loving this weather, IF it has grown at all, seeing as to how she hasn't weeded the bed OR cut last year's dried up old ferns off.
She took our living salad pot off the wall last night and gave it a proper soak. It drained over-night and she's just hung it back on the wall.. hence we know that heavy rain has been and gone.
We're up at this weird hour.. I know some of you have been awake and up for hours but you are you and we are not you.. oh, get on with it GeeGee! She's trying a new routine, which is to get up early to tap the iPad.. so that you'll have an early morning ~ or late evening ~ post, as it were!
So far, so good, we then go back to bed with a mug of LapySang. Yes, I did say a mug.. for neither of us can't be doing with fine bone china before our fast-breaking hour. A ceramic mug keeps our amber nectar hot.. the perfect temperature for slurping in bed! Which is back to where we are now going.
We hope you enjoy your day, we know one person who will be doing just that.. her name is Poppy Martin, she lives in Wiltshire and she's nine today..
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dearest Poppy, happy birthday to you. With lots and lots of love to you from her and me, oxo."
GeeGee Parrot.
May 3rd, 2015.
PostScript. The Tamar is a river, it forms nearly the whole of the boundary between the counties Devon and Cornwall.
By jove, I think she's got it! Or rather him! A new, to her, author by the name of Robert Goddard. Well, she thinks he's a he.. P.D James, whom a lot of people thought was a he, was not.. so it he might not be either.
Anyway, the book she read from start to finish last night.. 'Beyond Recall' had as many twists and turns as a Cornish lane, as well it, might being partly set in the land beyond the Tamar.
She turned her reading light off at one of the morning clock, I had gone to sleep many hours before that. It is always a pleasant thing to find a writer who has learnt his craft, the plot clever, the grammar correct, tale feasible, with enough action and suspence and twists so that the reader can't quite get the answer until the end.
She's pleased to see that he has written several books, for there are thirteen titles listed in the front of the one she read last night, which was published in 1997, so he may have written lots more! She's got a trolley load of library books to exchange today so we'll report back later.
Why are we up so early? I know.. it is very strange, especially as the day is SO dismal! Ugh.. dreary flat pale grey sky, it is wet under foot.. the Asparagus will be loving this weather, IF it has grown at all, seeing as to how she hasn't weeded the bed OR cut last year's dried up old ferns off.
She took our living salad pot off the wall last night and gave it a proper soak. It drained over-night and she's just hung it back on the wall.. hence we know that heavy rain has been and gone.
We're up at this weird hour.. I know some of you have been awake and up for hours but you are you and we are not you.. oh, get on with it GeeGee! She's trying a new routine, which is to get up early to tap the iPad.. so that you'll have an early morning ~ or late evening ~ post, as it were!
So far, so good, we then go back to bed with a mug of LapySang. Yes, I did say a mug.. for neither of us can't be doing with fine bone china before our fast-breaking hour. A ceramic mug keeps our amber nectar hot.. the perfect temperature for slurping in bed! Which is back to where we are now going.
We hope you enjoy your day, we know one person who will be doing just that.. her name is Poppy Martin, she lives in Wiltshire and she's nine today..
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dearest Poppy, happy birthday to you. With lots and lots of love to you from her and me, oxo."
GeeGee Parrot.
May 3rd, 2015.
PostScript. The Tamar is a river, it forms nearly the whole of the boundary between the counties Devon and Cornwall.
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