A Good read on a quiet day….

Not much to say tonight. Coffee with distraught friend using money to organise research into pancreatic cancer. Thinking about releasing money for charities now instead of when she is dead.

We spoke about the homeless. I’ve often wondered about the perfect world in which everyone has a home where they share their space with needy others. Apparently it was trialled in Australia. But the homeless were so addicted to drugs and many had mental diseases which the home owners had little to no expertise in dealing with…sigh!

Home to cook. But my usual good food wasn’t so brilliant. Perhaps it was too many suggestions from another. The Ukrainian salad was absolutely delicious last time. I lost the recipe and moaned until I got it sigh. Edible. Just. And the beautiful Lebanese Manakish. Sigh. Won’t make it gluten and lactose free next time although the topping was delicious.

Brief nap as the heat built up then a book. Reading all day and only a few pages to finish. Am almost too scared to read the end. Can I face it?

Only if I don’t dream about it….oh don’t be such a sookkkk. Ah well! But do I HAVE TO KNOW THE END? I remember leaving a book once until the next day but still couldn’t face the ending for nearly a week….a Cormac McCarthy…and he can be very dark…..although the unexpected happened…the character I’d been attached to lived on…but this… well I know the character so well…let’s see…sigh. Only a few pages and maybe the ending will be as good a surprise as Cormac’s.

Good night all…..sleep tight….and thank you to a fan who seems to have read his way through a lot of stories….very endearing…