As a sign of how strange my life is sometimes, I present a list of the parcels on my desk when I got into the office on Monday:
a top from Lochers
a copy of the Newsletter of the * Research Society that had a paper I’d written in it
Susan Hill’s “The Dark is Rising” (a nostalgia kick hit me at the same time I was browsing Green Metropolis and I’m curious to see how I’d read it now I’ve been to places like Wales)
Shirley Hazzard’s “The Great Fire”.