We are fortunate enough to have an excellent charity bookshop here run by volunteers of the Lions Club, and on my way back from my little walk this morning I popped in. I found a biography of William Morris by Fiona MacCarthy, 'The sea, the sea' by Iris Murdoch and Susan Howatch's 'A question of Integrity'. That will set me up for quite a while. The William Morris book weighs almost 2kg and is 5cms thick! While reading it I shall count it as exercise!
I have been making books again, but in a very different style from the usual ones. I take pages out of a no longer wanted book but one that has a strong cover, and cover it with fabric before binding in my own pages. The first one has turned out to be a sort of scrapbook, holding bits and pieces too precious to throw away, plus odds and end of pictures of a variety of things I particularly like. It is not complete yet but is already fatter than it should be.
The second one is a sketchbook full of plain white pages just waiting to be coloured and drawn onto. I found that I had so many sheets of various papers that it seemed a good way of sorting them out and tidying things up a bit.
My collection of knitting yarns is gradually diminishing and the pile of Twiddle Muffs for dementia patients is steadily growing. I must get them finished and off to the hospital.
The shower room is complete and looks so nice. It is lovely to have everything back to normal again.
I am slowing recovering from the glorious summer weather which just about knocked me out. I have done things like cleaning windows and ironing during the past week, as well as catching up on lost sleep. Today is overcast but not sticky, thank goodness, and I have just had to close the window as I felt a bit too cool.
I live in hope of getting rid of the 'wont-post-pictures' gremlin which lives in my laptop and am just waiting for my daughter to stop being so busy before I shout for her help.
Spending time reading the blogs of others is no excuse for not making more frequent blog posts myself but the days and weeks just fly by and become months before I know it. Maybe I wont leave it so long next time.
Love - I apologise for the absence, not in any way anything to do with my illness but simply to do with not having time. I cannot begin to tell you how busy ...
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