I escorted Cathy to Victoria Station where she caught a train to Gatwick airport. We had a fun nine days. From there I went to a different branch of the library, on Old Brompton Road, with the intention of getting a specific book but it was not on the shelf where it was supposed to be. They will try to find it for me. In the meantime, I picked up another.
Quiet day, blogging, emailing, etc. and cooking for three of the students.
Photos: of our local flower vendor's stall. Helen, you would love the bouquets. They're "fabulous."
Reading: Middlemarch by George Eliot
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OMG I love "Middlemarch" - I cried at the end, because it was over! Too short, even at gazillion pages.
How were the eels?
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