Bus to Cambanella’s for their British style Sunday lunch, with Jane and Bill. Bus itself totally full - an unprecedented occurrence. Well, not quite totally, as there are a very few scattered seats, but just about so. A dozen young men get out at the same spot, but can’t tell where they’re headed. Encouraging to see the system being used, and the recent improvement in timing does lead to more use. One of the best lunches we’ve had there. Jane’s chest cold seems now to be finally cured.
Get notice that online library book is in. By the time I get notified of a book’s availability, I’ve usually forgotten that it exists, let alone that I’ve ordered it. This one requested last July. Suppose I should be considering what to request for next July’s reading. Now down to three read aloud books. John Simpson’s memoirs, A Mad World my Masters (excellent) as the daytime “real” book, as well as Living in the Real Cyprus by Vic Heaney and Please Mr Postman, second volume of Alan Johnson’s memoirs. Johnson, who went from London slum to Labour Secretary of State via the union rather than Eton and could certainly have been party leader post Blair had he chosen, is self-deprecating as ever and a pleasure to read. Heaney’s book interesting in places, but suffers from too much ego and far too little editing.
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